Hilarious Amazon reviews

[Eamonnca1]

The Mountain Combat Stryker Adult T-shirt



Stoic, patriotic, and proud. . .

By MSPower on May 5, 2011

In the face of danger wearing this shirt bestows upon me the incredible strength and fortitude of Eagle-man Fighter Pilot. . . the man, the bird, the legend.

Confident in his limitless power Eagle-man Fighter Pilot protects us from all that is evil, such as salmon moving in opposition to the mainstream, as well as voles and rabbits that attempt to get to our root-values.
He especially has disdain for moths attempting to overthrow the very fabric of our society.
Have you ever seen a zombie? No you have not, and you can thank Eagle-man Fighter Pilot for that too, for he stays ever vigilant patrolling the skies watching and waiting. . .

His methods include swooping down getting up close and personal shredding his enemies to bits with his mighty, mighty talons as well as unleashing hellfire missiles kept close-at-wing when he is in the mood for a good explosion.

Eagle-man Fighter Pilot is not all work however; he does enjoy a good game of bocce ball now and then, as well as fine dinners of raw steaks and sushi.

Eagle-man Fighter Pilot resents the fact that he is often confused with Eagle Man, his cousin, who is a car insurance salesman from Chicago, IL known for his low rates and distinguished commercials.

Wear the shirt, and be proud!

Stoic, patriotic, and proud, that is the Eagle-man Fighter Pilot way. . .



202 of 207 people found the following review helpful

Use shirt with care

By Maus on November 19, 2011
I ordered this shirt, and it promptly arrived 1 week later. I took it out of the box and immediately put it on. Just then my mom walked into my room and she literally exploded from a patriotic awesome overload. I realized then that I could use this shirts power for good, or for evil.

Now I roam the streets at night looking for criminals. When I find them, I puff out my chest like a boss and they spontaneously combust in the flames of american justice.

please only purchase this shirt if you plan on using its powers for good.



95 of 107 people found the following review helpful

Nothing says Freedom like a Bald Eagle in a flight suit!
By James A. Plaisted on September 16, 2011

I dont know about you but i love freedom and Bald Eagles and fighter planes and other types of really cool $@#t! When I walk into a room wearing this shirt people get uncomfortable cause they're not sure weather to salute me or give me an enthusiastic hi five. I live the dream in this T. This shirt says lifes alright and I'm not afraid to to wear the right colors.

According to the IT girl from England who works in my office, this shirt will garaunteed get you beaten up anywhere in Europe. She's a bit of an alcaholic so I don't really buy in to much of what she has to say. Besides I'm pretty sure she is just chapped that they dont have a Patriotic Britt version.

Ok back to the awesomeness that is this shirt. If your friends aren't impressed by the Bald Eagle in the flight suit then they will surely be blown away by the 3, count em', 3 fighter planes flying over the right shoulder. If they're not impressed by that then maybe they're not really your friends to begin with.

Buy this and be proud! Your living in America @$^&*!!!!!

[Jell 0 Biafra]

That shirt needs no reviews.  It is itself the purest form of satire.

[grounded]

The Mountain Combat Stryker Adult T-shirt



Stoic, patriotic, and proud. . .

By MSPower on May 5, 2011

In the face of danger wearing this shirt bestows upon me the incredible strength and fortitude of Eagle-man Fighter Pilot. . . the man, the bird, the legend.

Confident in his limitless power Eagle-man Fighter Pilot protects us from all that is evil, such as salmon moving in opposition to the mainstream, as well as voles and rabbits that attempt to get to our root-values.
He especially has disdain for moths attempting to overthrow the very fabric of our society.
Have you ever seen a zombie? No you have not, and you can thank Eagle-man Fighter Pilot for that too, for he stays ever vigilant patrolling the skies watching and waiting. . .

His methods include swooping down getting up close and personal shredding his enemies to bits with his mighty, mighty talons as well as unleashing hellfire missiles kept close-at-wing when he is in the mood for a good explosion.

Eagle-man Fighter Pilot is not all work however; he does enjoy a good game of bocce ball now and then, as well as fine dinners of raw steaks and sushi.

Eagle-man Fighter Pilot resents the fact that he is often confused with Eagle Man, his cousin, who is a car insurance salesman from Chicago, IL known for his low rates and distinguished commercials.

Wear the shirt, and be proud!

Stoic, patriotic, and proud, that is the Eagle-man Fighter Pilot way. . .



202 of 207 people found the following review helpful

Use shirt with care

By Maus on November 19, 2011
I ordered this shirt, and it promptly arrived 1 week later. I took it out of the box and immediately put it on. Just then my mom walked into my room and she literally exploded from a patriotic awesome overload. I realized then that I could use this shirts power for good, or for evil.

Now I roam the streets at night looking for criminals. When I find them, I puff out my chest like a boss and they spontaneously combust in the flames of american justice.

please only purchase this shirt if you plan on using its powers for good.



95 of 107 people found the following review helpful

Nothing says Freedom like a Bald Eagle in a flight suit!
By James A. Plaisted on September 16, 2011

I dont know about you but i love freedom and Bald Eagles and fighter planes and other types of really cool $@#t! When I walk into a room wearing this shirt people get uncomfortable cause they're not sure weather to salute me or give me an enthusiastic hi five. I live the dream in this T. This shirt says lifes alright and I'm not afraid to to wear the right colors.

According to the IT girl from England who works in my office, this shirt will garaunteed get you beaten up anywhere in Europe. She's a bit of an alcaholic so I don't really buy in to much of what she has to say. Besides I'm pretty sure she is just chapped that they dont have a Patriotic Britt version.

Ok back to the awesomeness that is this shirt. If your friends aren't impressed by the Bald Eagle in the flight suit then they will surely be blown away by the 3, count em', 3 fighter planes flying over the right shoulder. If they're not impressed by that then maybe they're not really your friends to begin with.

Buy this and be proud! Your living in America @$^&*!!!!!

Brilliant. 

[neilthemac]

5.0 out of 5 stars DO NOT PUT ON KNOB AND BOLLOCKS 24 Jan 2012
By Andrew
Being a loose cannon who does not play by the rules the first thing I did was ignore the warning and smear this all over my knob and bollocks. The bollocks I knew and loved are gone now. In their place is a maroon coloured bag of agony which sends stabs of pain up my body every time it grazes against my thigh or an article of clothing. I am suffering so that you don't have to. Heed my lesson. DO NOT PUT ON KNOB AND BOLLOCKS.

(I am giving this product a 5 because despite the fact that I think my bollocks might fall off, they are now completely hairless.)

****************

After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned .
Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon.I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so.I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good ". Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect...

*******************

I like the clean shaven look down in my gentleman's log cabin, so for the past few years I've used a shaver. However the hair keeps growing back which means every 6 months I have to spend 20 minutes trimming again. As I'm sure you've realise this is valuable time I cannot waste. So I decided to get to the root of the problem and purchased this product.

Probably the first thing you will notice after using this product is the pain. Although as a man I lack the required experience, I'm going to estimate that using this product is at least eleven times more painful than childbirth.
Imagine sticking a rusty razor blade into your favourite eye, before tying your hands behind your back. Then imagine that you use the entrenched razor blade to slice open a raw onion. All the while being butt naked. This product is slightly more painful than that.

However if we ignore the blinding, crippling and debilitating pain I should point out that this product is remarkably effective. Before, all manner of organisms great and small lived down there, now nothing can grow; not even on a cellular level. Sadly this includes my genitalia; I've spent the last four hours staring fixedly at Carol Vorderman's arse, all to no avail. My tinkywinkleton hasn't even so much as perked up, so if my review seems a bit harsh, it's only because I wanted children.

In summary:

Pros: A small expense, certainly didn't burn a hole in my pocket.

Cons: Did burn a hole in my scrotum

All in all an effective and reasonably priced product - 3 Stars.

***********************

5.0 out of 5 stars Increased Sports Performance Bonus 24 April 2012
By Tagnutt Mandeville
As a highly competitive amateur athlete, I have long been aware of the benefits of a highly polished scrotum pole and hair-free saddle-bags, especially when going for the `longer look' as displayed by Linford in his famous lunchbox.

Previously I had used the old-school method of a cutthroat razor, but as you can imagine, this was a tricky and delicate operation, and to make matters worse, it was difficult to get into a comfortable position in the chair at my local Barbers. Anyway, I am quite hairy down there and my snippet valve looks like Brian May's plughole so eventually the Barber said he could no longer perform the task for me. He also said that looking up my whizzer every Saturday at 11:30 put him off his lunch, as he usually has toad-in-the-hole followed by chocolate-coated donuts as a Saturday treat.

He did not want to leave me in the lurch and said that he had read some excellent reviews on Amazon about Veet for men and suggested I give it try.

Like many other reviewers, I made the mistake of not reading the bumph properly; I used the whole tube and completely coated my c**k eggs, barse and nipsy with the stuff. Anyway, I lost track of time, and it was the foul stench of dissolving clinkers and melting hair that brought me to my senses. As I looked at my watch through the putrid fog that had formed around me, I could see that it had been applied for exactly 5 minutes 59 seconds. This presented me with a problem, as when the searing pain began, I was outside my flat, sat in the communal gardens, in a deck chair precisely 100 meters and 3 flights of stairs away from my bathroom. It was as if I had lowered my under-carriage through a volcano and into Hades, whereupon Beelzebub, annoyed by the uninvited intrusion, jabbed me in the rectum with his fork.

I took off from the deckchair like Usain Bolt out of the TV adverts. Within 12 seconds, the bathroom was filled with steamy fetid barse broth, and I had the clock weights, biffin's-bridge and Sherriff's badge under ice-cold running water at the tap end of the bath. This did not please the missus, as she was relaxing in there at the time surrounded by floating petals and candles, although she did say that the sight of my ringpiece flashing like a brake light was impressive, and she was pleased to see that my arse barnacles had all but disappeared.

When I looked at my watch again, I realised how quickly I had made it up the stairs and the idea dawned on me that I had discovered a 100% legal sports performance enhancer. Now when I compete in a competition I dab a small amount around my Samantha Janus and taint exactly 6 minutes before the race is due to start. If I am doing the hurdles, I change the ratio and put more on my barse to make me jump higher. This proved to be particularly effective a couple of weeks ago, as after crossing the hurdles finish line, I accidentally won the high jump and steeple chase too, looking for the water jump to wash the stuff off.

Now I can hear you all thinking that none of this is particularly extraordinary, especially given the reviews that you have already read. However, when I tell you that I am 45 years old, 5' 4" tall and weigh 15 stone, and I used to do the shot-put that should put things into context. As this is an Olympic year I think Tagnutt and Mandeville or whatever their names are, should be redesigned with hairless nether-regions and the British squad should use my technique and be sponsored by Veet, although I don't recommend it for the beach volley ball team.

5 Stars from me.

*****************

757 reviews.... all here

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Veet-Men-Hair-Removal-Creme/dp/B000KKNQBK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388687040&sr=8-1&keywords=veet+for+men

[Jell 0 Biafra]

http://www.amazon.com/Images-SI-Inc-Uranium-Ore/product-reviews/B000796XXM/ref=lmf_1_cm_cr_acr_txt?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=1

Kind of funny in itself that you can buy uranium ore on amazon.

[muppet]

5.0 out of 5 stars DO NOT PUT ON KNOB AND BOLLOCKS 24 Jan 2012
By Andrew
Being a loose cannon who does not play by the rules the first thing I did was ignore the warning and smear this all over my knob and bollocks. The bollocks I knew and loved are gone now. In their place is a maroon coloured bag of agony which sends stabs of pain up my body every time it grazes against my thigh or an article of clothing. I am suffering so that you don't have to. Heed my lesson. DO NOT PUT ON KNOB AND BOLLOCKS.

(I am giving this product a 5 because despite the fact that I think my bollocks might fall off, they are now completely hairless.)

****************

After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned .
Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon.I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so.I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good ". Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect...

*******************

I like the clean shaven look down in my gentleman's log cabin, so for the past few years I've used a shaver. However the hair keeps growing back which means every 6 months I have to spend 20 minutes trimming again. As I'm sure you've realise this is valuable time I cannot waste. So I decided to get to the root of the problem and purchased this product.

Probably the first thing you will notice after using this product is the pain. Although as a man I lack the required experience, I'm going to estimate that using this product is at least eleven times more painful than childbirth.
Imagine sticking a rusty razor blade into your favourite eye, before tying your hands behind your back. Then imagine that you use the entrenched razor blade to slice open a raw onion. All the while being butt naked. This product is slightly more painful than that.

However if we ignore the blinding, crippling and debilitating pain I should point out that this product is remarkably effective. Before, all manner of organisms great and small lived down there, now nothing can grow; not even on a cellular level. Sadly this includes my genitalia; I've spent the last four hours staring fixedly at Carol Vorderman's arse, all to no avail. My tinkywinkleton hasn't even so much as perked up, so if my review seems a bit harsh, it's only because I wanted children.

In summary:

Pros: A small expense, certainly didn't burn a hole in my pocket.

Cons: Did burn a hole in my scrotum

All in all an effective and reasonably priced product - 3 Stars.

***********************

5.0 out of 5 stars Increased Sports Performance Bonus 24 April 2012
By Tagnutt Mandeville
As a highly competitive amateur athlete, I have long been aware of the benefits of a highly polished scrotum pole and hair-free saddle-bags, especially when going for the `longer look' as displayed by Linford in his famous lunchbox.

Previously I had used the old-school method of a cutthroat razor, but as you can imagine, this was a tricky and delicate operation, and to make matters worse, it was difficult to get into a comfortable position in the chair at my local Barbers. Anyway, I am quite hairy down there and my snippet valve looks like Brian May's plughole so eventually the Barber said he could no longer perform the task for me. He also said that looking up my whizzer every Saturday at 11:30 put him off his lunch, as he usually has toad-in-the-hole followed by chocolate-coated donuts as a Saturday treat.

He did not want to leave me in the lurch and said that he had read some excellent reviews on Amazon about Veet for men and suggested I give it try.

Like many other reviewers, I made the mistake of not reading the bumph properly; I used the whole tube and completely coated my c**k eggs, barse and nipsy with the stuff. Anyway, I lost track of time, and it was the foul stench of dissolving clinkers and melting hair that brought me to my senses. As I looked at my watch through the putrid fog that had formed around me, I could see that it had been applied for exactly 5 minutes 59 seconds. This presented me with a problem, as when the searing pain began, I was outside my flat, sat in the communal gardens, in a deck chair precisely 100 meters and 3 flights of stairs away from my bathroom. It was as if I had lowered my under-carriage through a volcano and into Hades, whereupon Beelzebub, annoyed by the uninvited intrusion, jabbed me in the rectum with his fork.

I took off from the deckchair like Usain Bolt out of the TV adverts. Within 12 seconds, the bathroom was filled with steamy fetid barse broth, and I had the clock weights, biffin's-bridge and Sherriff's badge under ice-cold running water at the tap end of the bath. This did not please the missus, as she was relaxing in there at the time surrounded by floating petals and candles, although she did say that the sight of my ringpiece flashing like a brake light was impressive, and she was pleased to see that my arse barnacles had all but disappeared.

When I looked at my watch again, I realised how quickly I had made it up the stairs and the idea dawned on me that I had discovered a 100% legal sports performance enhancer. Now when I compete in a competition I dab a small amount around my Samantha Janus and taint exactly 6 minutes before the race is due to start. If I am doing the hurdles, I change the ratio and put more on my barse to make me jump higher. This proved to be particularly effective a couple of weeks ago, as after crossing the hurdles finish line, I accidentally won the high jump and steeple chase too, looking for the water jump to wash the stuff off.

Now I can hear you all thinking that none of this is particularly extraordinary, especially given the reviews that you have already read. However, when I tell you that I am 45 years old, 5' 4" tall and weigh 15 stone, and I used to do the shot-put that should put things into context. As this is an Olympic year I think Tagnutt and Mandeville or whatever their names are, should be redesigned with hairless nether-regions and the British squad should use my technique and be sponsored by Veet, although I don't recommend it for the beach volley ball team.

5 Stars from me.

*****************

757 reviews.... all here

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Veet-Men-Hair-Removal-Creme/dp/B000KKNQBK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388687040&sr=8-1&keywords=veet+for+men

I am surprised you read that thread, considering this one is much shorter and you obviously didn't read it. 

[Milltown Row2]

Actually laughed out loud in class there, some serious funny lines, the wanting a gay snowman being one of the funnest.

[Harold Disgracey]

Some class reviews here.

http://www.amazon.com/Haribo-Gummy-Candy-Sugarless-5-Pound/dp/B000EVQWKC

[Billys Boots]

Have a guess what this is a review for ... clues replaced with ***.


Oh man...words cannot express what happened to me after eating these. The *** "Cleanse". If you are someone that can tolerate the sugar substitute, enjoy. If you are like the dozens of people that tried my order, RUN!

First of all, for taste I would rate these a 5. So good.  I was a happy camper.

BUT (or should I say BUTT), not long after eating about 20 of these all hell broke loose. I had a gastrointestinal experience like nothing I've ever imagined. Cramps, sweating, bloating beyond my worst nightmare. I've had food poisoning from some bad shellfish and that was almost like a skip in the park compared to what was going on inside me.

Then came the, uh, flatulence. Heavens to Murgatroyd, the sounds, like trumpets calling the demons back to Hell...the stench, like 1,000 rotten corpses vomited. I couldn't stand to stay in one room for fear of succumbing to my own odors.

But wait; there's more. What came out of me felt like someone tried to funnel Niagara Falls through a coffee straw. I swear my sphincters were screaming. It felt like my delicate starfish was a gaping maw projectile vomiting a torrential flood of toxic waste. 100% liquid. Flammable liquid. NAPALM. It was actually a bit humorous (for a nanosecond)as it was just beyond anything I could imagine possible.

AND IT WENT ON FOR HOURS.

I felt violated when it was over, which I think might have been sometime in the early morning of the next day. There was stuff coming out of me that I ate at my wedding in 2005.

I had FIVE POUNDS of these innocent-looking delicious-tasting *** so I told a friend about what happened to me, thinking it HAD to be some type of sensitivity I had to the sugar substitute, and in spite of my warnings and graphic descriptions, she decided to take her chances and take them off my hands.

Silly woman. All of the same for her, and a phone call from her while on the toilet (because you kinda end up living in the bathroom for a spell) telling me she really wished she would have listened. I think she was crying.

Her sister was skeptical and suspected that we were exaggerating. She took them to work, since there was still 99% of them left. She works for a construction company, where there are builders, roofers, house painters, landscapers, etc. Lots of people who generally have limited access to toilets on a given day. I can't imagine where all of those poor men (and women) pooped that day. I keep envisioning men on roofs, crossing their legs and trying to decide if they can make it down the ladder, or if they should just jump.

If you order these, best of luck to you. And please, don't post a video review during the aftershocks.

PS: When I ordered these, the warnings and disclaimers and legalese were NOT posted. I'm not a moron. Also, not sure why so many people assume I'm a man. I am a woman. We poop too. Of course, our poop sparkles and smells like a walk in a meadow of wildflowers. Thanks for all the great comments. I've been enjoying reading them and so glad that the horror show I experienced from snacking on these has at least made some people smile.

[grounded]

Thought I'd resurrect this one!

http://www.amazon.co.uk/PAM-ST-CLEMENT-Canvas-Signed-Artist/dp/B003BRMOIU/ref=amb_link_181100467_49?pf_rd_m=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&pf_rd_s=center-3&pf_rd_r=1R0DJ37T8HWAT1HSY8VZ&pf_rd_t=1401&pf_rd_p=489124887&pf_rd_i=1000799743




I like it best at around 10 to 2
By  TeeKay   on 10 May 2012

I have one of these in each of my good rooms. I like it best at around 10 to 2 or 10 past 11. That's when the hands cover her eyes. When they don't, she tells me to do bad things.

Q:
Are rumours of this clock screaming "Fraaaannnnnkkkkk" on the hour every hour accurate or unsubstantiated? 

[quit yo jibbajabba]

ah bollocks! theres the next half hour from my day gone!

[grounded]

Last one! 

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Box-Canvas-Print-Paul-Ross/dp/B001N6W8U0/ref=amb_link_181100467_13/279-1769754-3123740?pf_rd_m=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&pf_rd_s=center-3&pf_rd_r=07HC0HV8V5K9QQFCCK76&pf_rd_t=1401&pf_rd_p=489124887&pf_rd_i=1000799743

There is a bunch of others on here, including the wildly inappropriate street cleaning simulator.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/feature.html?ie=UTF8&docId=1000799743

[93-DY-SAM]

Not an Amazon review but one from Just Eat. I don't care if this is fake or not it made me laugh.

http://www.joe.ie/news/pic-this-hilarious-nsfw-review-on-justeat-proves-that-timing-is-everything/506035

[finbar o tool]

anyone see these Amazon reviews of Kim Kardashians "book" of selfies.....

A poor tree died for this. — Tracy
•   I can recommend the audio version of this book. It lasts 37 seconds. The narrator basically says, "On this page, we have an idiot and her cleavage looking into a camera," 500 times. — Reed
•   1. Take the money you were planning on buying this book with.
2. Look at it reaaaaal good.
3. Put it in an envelope.
4. Donate it to Nepal.
5. (optional) Go buy yourself some brain cells. — yoyoman159
•   It's a little uncomfortable but doesn't leave pieces behind when you go to wipe like other brands like Charmin and generic brand toilet paper. — Kris
•   They should perfume the pages so blind people can hate it, too. — J. Cheever
•   I placed this book in the waiting room of my practice. My assistant continually finds it in the trash at the end of the day. — Dr. Charlie
•   Gravity will have the last laugh. Bring it on. — Mark
•   I had a choice between this and a monkey's paw. I chose the monkey's paw. They still made me take this book. I tried to burn it, but the match turned blue and went out. I threw it in a lake, and all the fish died. When I drove home, I found it in the back seat. I'm pretty sure that in seven days Kim is going to crawl out of this book and tell me about her new line of clutch bags. I have a very old, sickly neighbour; I'm going to let him read it and see if the curse transfers to him. Man, I hope so. — M. Varden
•   I bought this book because I wanted to go into the tropical fish business. I really thought this would be an instructional guide to Sell Fish. The woman with the trout face really threw me off. Apparently this book is actually about selling melons as I can now see from the cover photo. Buyer beware.— Guppy Lover
•   Not great! — Roberto

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The Mountain Combat Stryker Adult T-shirt



Stoic, patriotic, and proud. . .

That T shirt is so bad its good