Oh. My. God.

[constance]

On the phone tonight with a friend, and we were talking about plaster casts, and then body parts cast in plaster, and she mentioned that Tommy Lee had a cast of Pamela Anderson Lee's pregnant belly in his bathroom, and I'm sorry in advance for the nightmares you're undoubtedly going to be having thanks to that image. And then I mentioned the PlasterCasters.

Do you remember them? The PlasterCasters? Sixties groupies who cast the, er, naughty bits of various rock stars and hangers-on? Well, my friend had never heard of them, so I went looking for a link to enlighten her, and found the absolutely not work-safe in any way website of the, I guess, founder of the group.

While the website is, and I cannot emphasize this enough, absolutely not work-safe in any way, it is both hilarious and really a little creepy. The link-images! The rocket-ship! The constellations! T-shirts! The main-page illustration! The photos! And the fact that for $500, she will teach you how to cast for yourself.

I SO TOTALLY KNOW how I'm going to spend my honeymoon.

Comments

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

The idea of a pregnant-belly-cast reminds me of that horror movie with Michael J. Fox where faces rise up out of the walls.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

I do not know that one! But yes, a horror movie.

God. Can you imagine having one made on you? Further horror.

[sister-liz.livejournal.com]

Don't forget how she called the plaster penises her precious babies. Creeeepy!

[tofty.livejournal.com]

Oh, I have not forgotten. *shudders* Or that she provides them with a "warm, moist home," which steps quietly beyond Creepy into Truly Disturbing.