Saturday, June 8, 2013

Thrift Store Fuquerie Is My Jam

I'm going to need $100 and a top hat, stat!

This northern pike is just happy to be loved.







If you ever wanted to show mom how much you love her, do not give her this.
The dirty yarn strands add that extra special touch.





More shells glued to shit. Because it wouldn't be a Texas thrift store otherwise.
Where is "NonPulco" anyway?





I actually bought this. I'm going to pretend it's a family heirloom made by great-aunt Mabel and see if I can convince my brother to hand it down to his daughter.
I picked my brother because my cats don't care about wall decor.





This will class up any room in your place, guaranteed.
Just don't invite the Wilsons over. They're strictly crotch enthusiasts.





He's so happy now that he's gorged himself on unsuspecting children.
He even had to stop wearing pants.





Someone really likes fish sticks. And that's not a euphemism.
Well, for me it is.


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