Some rather unusual plush toys

Ummmm. No, we're not ready...

I know what I'm getting for Christmas this year...

Think about it: I can end obnoxious conversations by throwing a plush turd. It's a beautiful thought.

I love that the tattoos are sold out.

I am not ready for Pee and Poo.

Hmmm... Someone needs to drink more water.

Nope, not ready. Give us a few years. Maybe decades...

I don't think I want to know what the gynecologists are getting for Christmas. Fluor Alba and her playpal Menses?

It can always get worse.

How about the classic Four Humours, with appropriate expressions?

Ever since last year's Seder featured finger-puppets for the ten plagues, I'm just beyond astonishment about these things....

I don't think I want to know what the gynecologists are getting for Christmas
...or the ENT specialists.

The ultimate gift for urophiles, coprophiles or adult infantilism fetishists.

I'm just a bit worried that the pee and poo-themed kids' undies could be misused to humiliate a child who was still having 'accidents', though I can certainly see the lighter side too.

Oh man, just what I need for my mom. Payback for the post-op humiliation! (See the comments from Your Friday Dose of Woo, September 29, 2006.)

I see nothing wrong with demystifying bodily functions for children by giving them stuffed versions of urine and feces. I do worry that that alties will take this to another level and provide us with playtful versions of coffee enemas and chelating agents.

Someone once said that there is always money for hate. There is also always money for sheer tastelessness.

Well, it may demystify pee and poo, but that doesn't mean I want my kids playing with what they leave floating in the toilet.

Well, at least we can now look at one of the products which failed to make it into the "American Inventor" finals.

I was so impressed, I passed along a link. :)