We have one of these in our home. You should have seen the faces of the five exchange students we had here last week. They finally relaxed once they realized the leg wasn't real. It's impossible to explain to those who don't know a "major award" when they see one.
When Martha says to make those carrot strips two inches, by gosh, they had better not be 2.1 inches!
They're glasses — no, they're lamps! They're glamps!
Hissssss, I said it's my iPad. If your good arm means anything to you, I'd suggest you move along.
Do you have a relative who refuses to get with it and use a GPS? Bring them into the 19th Century with this GPS pillow. That's right, a global positioning system that not only gets them within 500 miles of their destination, but also supports the spine while they're sleeping at the rest stop.
Shoes and pie — two things I never thought should be used together. Better the kitten heel than the penny loafer.
Why invest in Baccarat crystal when a faux-baggie will do?
Oh dear, Mrs. Fields has been reading those cross-marketing books again. What's next? Cookie dough antacids.
I don't think this is what the Victorians had in mind when they discussed bringing a Pole to tea.
Add these to your weekly Texas Hold 'Em marathons and introduce some melancholy into the mix. Your guests will be too depressed to ante.