You love her like no other, and she loves you like a brother. She
wishes every boyfriend could be more like you, but not actually you. You
are the pilot of a plane that will never come in for a landing. You,
sir, are trapped circling the airspace of the friend-zone. But that’s
okay, because you’ve agreed that neither of you would ever want to mess
up your ‘special friendship.’ Lighting our candle sets the perfect mood
for a date with her and some other guy. But don’t worry, she’ll tell you
all about it later.
Bad weather? Not enough money? Unexpected circumstances? Whatever the cause, it stinks to have a planned vacation suddenly ripped away from you and cancelled. Let us help you air out that attitude with our sweet smelling Cancelled Vacation candle, perfect for filling any room with the wonderful smells of the tropical island you won’t be visiting. Just 52 more weeks of work and you can try again next year!
Good thing you applied to that safety school. This candle has the same crisp smell of a freshly folded letter from the college of your choice, proudly declaring that you should look elsewhere for your education. We hope that burning this candle helps shed some light on a new career path-- or possibly a trade school? While you may be disappointed now, just remember that life is full of disappointment, and this rejection letter is a life lesson, free of charge from a college that doesn't want you.
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10 comments:
Wow. I wonder if they have a "Crappy Job" candle..."
haha
smells like sad.
Stuck in Traffic should join the line - exhaust fumes and the cigarette smoke from the guy two cars up. Of course this one would have a lead wick.
I just laughed so hard at that exchange.
These are hilarious! I would like one called Forced Family Time. Smells like Yuletide, tension, and resentment.
: D
Pretty darn funny.
As someone who works in admissions...I NEED that rejection letter candle. *sniffff* ahhh, smells like community college.
I needed the friend candle years ago. God, I was pathetic.
i HATE summer candle.
tears, BO, the smell of bullshit wafting from ALL the cell phone conversing on the street(s).
dear summer
I HATE U.
Please GO away & darken my door
NO mother f***ing more.
sincerely,
your enemy..me. : (
yes, i am channeling my inner dorothy parker today.
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