Put your fetus in a jar - clap your hands - happy fetus time!

Okay - was everyone as grossed out as I was by the revelation that the America's most retarded President was emotionally scarred by being shown his miscarried sister's fetus in a jar by his mother?

Ew.

But I have to say - it's brought out some of the most creative - and funniest - comments I've ever read.

A sampling:

"This was considered fun at the Bush house?!? Rainy day craft time? We have some miscarried fetuses lying around, let's glue and glitter them and put them in jars with colored sand time?"

"I'm channeling Martha Stewart now:
1. Add some glitter flakes, God's little snow globe.
2. Add a sprig of fresh Rosemary so that it doesn't smell like baby mummy meat.
3. Name him "Mason" set a place for him at the Thanksgiving table with a festive place card.
4. Make him into a lava lamp."

"She should stick a little bit of pimento in the fetus' belly button and name her "Olive" Wait, was it a girl or a boy?"

"Has anyone made the "no child left behind" joke yet?"

"It puts the fetus in the jar or it gets the hose!"

Imagine the poor dweeb who prank called their house and asked, "Do you have Prince Albert in a can?" "Well, something like that, we do"