We all drink with a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine...
Get some fashion all up in your books.
Hey deer, you better not leave any little presents in the frosting if you know what I mean.
Next time I'm watching my LEGO fanatic nephew I'm gonna get my food-build on.
Each of these rings has a tiny scene inside with little people doing tiny things in itty bitty places!
When you're sick and you need a tissue, it's nice to know you can snuggle in and feel at home.
I feel like I could will this little hunk of plastic into being delicious if I could just get my hands on it!
You're not good for much, are you, toucan? At least tou-can open my cans for me. That's useful enough.
Recycle those plastic bottles like a good girl and repurpose your love of the shape into porcelain. Very shabby chic.
I'm tired of the same old black wheeled suitcases on the carousel. Kids schmids, I want one of these for myself so I can find the darn thing!
I dare you to resist a sweet puppy face!
I'd love to have my cat immortalized on my phone case forever. Or until the next model of the iPhone comes out.
My timekeeping needs are far too important to trust to a pedestrian wooden clock. I demand durability and accuracy!
An ideal pet! No dander, no litter box, no affection!
Back in my day we weren't born knowing how to type, we had to take classes and practice.
I suppose if you can't afford a butler to twirl your ice cream for you, an automatic cone will have to do.