Nunzillas

There’s none like Nunzilla. Except for, well, that other Nunzilla right next to her.

I have stuff, and some of it is on my desk.

No, there’s no Photoshop trickery at work there, I actually have TWO fire-breathing windup nun dolls on my desk. I know what you’re thinking: “Isn’t six the standard?” A common misconception. No, a duo of walking, flint-spark-spewing sisters gets the job done.

My original Nunzilla  stopped breathing hellfire some time ago, and I felt her stern expression and ruler of righteousness weren’t enough to give me that constant sense of impending damnation. Hence I purchased an emergency backup Nunzilla, and now once again my days are filled with anxiety and the vague smell of incense.

Nunzilla has been a novelty store staple for years, often displayed amongst such stalwarts of shenanigans as the fake dog crap and the whoopee-cushion. Thanks to some enterprising toy executive, it’s possible for folks with a troubled Catholic upbringing to freaking weird themselves out all day long.

Amen.

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