Halloween Post #5: What Do You Mean You're Out Of Blood Colored Yarn?!? | Tragic Comedy

Several goo site participants have demonstrable sewing skills. Anybody knit? For those who do and are in a festive spirit on a psychotic level, you might want to try your hand at these. Knitting for psychos.

Two Replies to Halloween Post #5: What Do You Mean You're Out Of Blood Colored Yarn?!?

Lori Lancaster | October 16, 2007
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Amy Austin | October 16, 2007
You and Lori find the weirdest shit... ;-) (I like.)

My favorite is either the tiger or the unicorn. Or the shark.

Lori web search = "bishonen"
Steve web search = "sharks eating people"

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