My daughter brings crafts home from school. I'm sending her teacher a picture of this Easter Island-ish tissue dispenser for their next craft project. Hey, they can learn about Easter Island and the Moai statues. I really don't think I'm being entirely selfish here.


Four Replies to Cool Kleenex Dispensers

Lori Lancaster | September 24, 2007
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Amy Austin | September 24, 2007
Crazy.

And once again, there is entertainment value to be had from the comments section:

Wait’ll you see where the hand lotion comes from…

Lori Lancaster | September 24, 2007
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Steve West | September 24, 2007
Close enough. (link). I am not washing my hands with that stuff!


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