Thursday, January 8, 2009

Oh Snap...It's About To Get Tacky All Up In This Motherfucker

Okay, so obviously, judging from the competition, I have to step this shit up. What's that, Pants? You've got a picture of two dragons fucking a purple car? Well how about a tattoo of a cat's butthole?

You gotta give the guy credit for the level of commitment he put in there. He dyed his belly hair poo-stain brown. Classy

And what's that, Rusty? A tacky household? Well take a gander at this here lawn ornament of every american symbol ever?

Oh yeah, three cheers for middle american lawn fixtures.

Think you can win this thing with your Baseball Jesus, don't you Figgy? Well I got two words for you: CAKE BRIDE.

A special thanks to the good folks at Cake Wreck. Kudos!

I have to admit, jM is gonna be hard to beat. But that won't stop me from trying. Behold the cheesiness that is KEN!


Alright Stacey, time to make your choice. And by "choice" I mean "pick me! Please!"

Update!: Y'all remember that Turk Doll I made last month? Well, it finally found it's way to Turk. Not really applicable to the contest, but if this don't warm the cockles of your heart, I don't know what will.

Awwwww! Come on Stacey, look into his eyes. You know you want to give me the Tacky Trophy. Yes, this is shameless pandering. But come on, look how happy he looks with my poorly sewn doll! You can't resist the Turk, Nosek.

5 comments:

Matt the Great! said...

fucking funny. The cake bride, um, takes the cake. How conceited can one person actually be (as I stare in the mirror at my sexy face)?

Genevieve Burgess said...

Ooo, Cat-ass, I've got a DRAGON PENIS and DEMON VAGINA tattoos. Weak.

Sad thing is that my dad might be willing to put that statue in our front yard due to his highly developed sense of irony. I pray he never sees that picture.

Pants said...

WHAT. THE. FUCK. DUDE.

This competition is getting to me, I swear the horrid images haunt me in my sleep...

Sofi said...

I thought the lawn ornaments were tacky.... until I saw CAKE BRIDE!!! CAKEBRIDE is the new BRAINFOOT.

Jeremy Feist said...

Matt: I know, all I can think is "SHE'S STABBING HERSELF. THIS IS A FUCKING CRY FOR HELP PEOPLE."

Rusty: And yet we both still lost. Day-um, girlfriend. Make sure your Dad never reads my blog. Ever.

Pants: I know. We're all gonna need shrinks after this.

Sofi: Nothing can, or will, ever replace Brainfoot.