Halloween Post #5: What Do You Mean You're Out Of Blood Colored Yarn?!?
by Steve West on October 16, 2007
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?!?
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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