You know what's better than thrift stores? Flea markets! Because anyone who has a booth can bring in whatever weird thing they want.
The tag says it's a glass squash, but all I see is a dildo.
I did not arrange them, I swear. They were already like that.
I missed the Cructar invasion. Who won?
The "Hitler is still alive" right above "People who depress us"
really elevates the fuckery of this already fuckery-filled magazine.
Every house needs one of these!
One of the Three Little Pigs looked into the Ark of the Covenant.
Foiled by the Cructar invasion, no doubt!
In a dark, hidden corner, I found a used wig. I did not try it on.
This can has never been opened. In case you only use vintage cleaning products from a rusty can.
I call these, "The Butthole Twins."
This is a painting crying out for some tentacles.
Creepy old lady vase. Because the best place to store a bouquet is inside grandma's head.
I don't know why this cow is wearing a shower cap or how it's staying on, given that her ears are outside.
I remember buying these things at the county fair. Somewhere, I have one of Jonathan Brandis (though I'll never admit to it).
You know what sounds refreshing right now? A 31 year old bottle of Coke.
I got glares for taking pictures, so I switched to an app that silences the camera shutter. The app sucks.
Neon painted bird candle holders. Goes with any decor.
Mmmm....old man head coffee...