Saturday, January 12, 2013

Thrift Store Fuquerie On the Loose!

I have no idea why this might have ended up here...




I have no mouth and I must get that fly.



This clown has fallen upon hard times. He now lives in a ramekin and attached polyfiber fill to his head in order to keep warm.



This creepy clown wants to go on a date with you. Forever.



 You know how dogs chase their own tails because they don't realize it's attached?



Baby Jesus has finally had enough of Mary's post-partum depression.



This cow is smug as fuck 'cause she has a goddamn dried wreath around her neck and you don't!





Pensive wooden cock is pensive.



Derpy Cat is too derpy to realize that Lesley is never coming back.



I don't know what these are, but there were a lot of them in unmarked bags.



Clearly, these are the classiest lamps this side of the Mississippi.



Pride Fiesta Donkey can't move because he's wrapped too tight.



This is a random naked torso. I wanted to take it home, but they said it wasn't for sale.



One of the last things I'd purchase from the Salvation Army.



I thought it was supposed to be three wise magi, not penii.



I wouldn't recommend eating his sauce. I'm pretty sure he roofied it.



So many unanswered questions...



This is a dusty glass candle holder filled with old pasta. Because Italian food makes the best decor.



And the pièce de résistance? A motherfucking 3D Jesus crucifixion clock!

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