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Poison Ivy Essential Oil


This is the surprise I mentioned last week.
Now, please don't be sad and say, "This is ridiculous."
Laughing is good to do, especially around April Fool's Day, yes?

Picture taken by my sister, Jerushah.

Picture taken by my sister, Jerushah. 

If you remember, awhile back I posted a flash fiction on my blog called Crazy as Poison Ivy. This story was inspired by true life events ;) Meaning ... it actually happened, I just wrote that story as fiction. 
La'el is my friend, Rashida La'el. And she actually thinks this is funny. She is the only one getting a free essential oil ... sorry, these things actually cost me a bit to make, despite being a completely ridiculous joke. 


Please, don't feel like you have to buy one to laugh, though. The pictures can be enjoyed in and of themselves (I hope). 
But if you would like to support a crazy artist, definitely buy yourself a fake essential oil! 


These bottles are sealed and filled with peanut oil. And, yes, it was a messy job filing them up. But even harder was getting the labels to stick ... who knew that'd be so tough? 


Which picture is your favorite? What do you think of my advert? Are you a fan of real essential oils? Do you enjoy gags/ pranks? 

Comments

  1. *cough* I may have snorted when I read the title. XD This is HYSTERICAL!!!!

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    1. THANKS! Makes me super happy when others share my humor ;)

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  2. Haha! I love this. They look really nice, actually. The tagline is hilarious, and the labels are kind of pretty...

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    1. thanks so much! The tagline is my favorite part ;d and those labels took forever to design, so glad you think they look nice ;D

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  3. This is really different! I think it would be a great prank gift!

    astorydetective.blogspot.com

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    1. Isn't it though? I think it makes the perfect prank gift ;D

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  4. Haha! This is great!!

    www.melodypersonetteauthor.blogspot.com

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  5. Oh my. This is hysterical. I like essential oils, but I also like to poke fun at them...

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    1. Haha, thanks! I love oils too ... Use them all the time. But it's always fun making jokes ;D

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  6. I thought it was real poison ivy and wanted to see how it smelled 😁

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    1. Haha! Awhile back I googled poison ivy products and found a place that sells poison ivy scent ... they somehow extract it from the plant, so it's not dangerous. I think they said it smells kinda sage-like/ woodsy. It would be neat if this prank stuff smelled like the real thing! TBH, whenever getting poison ivy on me, I never noticed that it had a scent ;p

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