15 Million Lesbians On The Loose!

I found this at a flea market and was highly amused at the thought of 15 million lesbians running wild through the streets, stealing our wives with their lesbian ways.

As it turns out, that's exactly what the article was about. Facepalm and wtf excerpts after the jump...

Meet Albert Escobar

On the way home from the taxidermypalooza antique store, I saw this thing peering at me from the highway and immediately slammed on my brakes to take a closer look. (Sorry for the dark photo. Sun was being a downer.)

A Tour of Fuquerie

I went to visit a friend and we hit up an antique store. Alas, our time was short, so I couldn't get the full breadth of fuckery within, but I did get some good pictures.

This is appears to be the disembodied corpse of a bordello deer:

The Clearance Bajingo

One day, I was wandering around Hobby Lobby trying not to empty my wallet onto the floor when I came across this poor thing.

Thrift Store Fuquerie Lives Again

I returned to the same thrift store to obtain Jeff Bridges Jesus for someone else. I was happy to discover more things I had missed.

I know this candle is supposed to be an apple pie, but looks more like moldy liposuction waste covered in grubs. Yummy!

Thrift Store Fuquerie: The Beginning

One of my weird hobbies is going to thrift stores, antique stores, and flea markets and documenting the really weird, hilarious, horrible, or amazing things I find there. This is all Regretsy's fault. They got me started on this.

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Collecting figurines is one thing, but collecting photos of figurines? That's something special right there.
 

More Vintage Gelatin Horror

This time it was a Salmon Loaf recipe from a 1929 Knox cookbook and Shrimp Chili Mold recipe from a 1955 Knox cookbook. As you can see, my unmolding skills are still a little rusty. The awesome vintage fish mold I have lost all its fine detail and the result looks somewhat like a diseased penis.

The Salmon Loaf wasn't as bad as Chicken Salad Surprise, but it was still bad enough that I spit out my bite. The Shrimp Chili Mold was really bland, but there was still heat from the cayenne, so it was a rather unpleasant experience. I didn't spit it out though; it wasn't that bad. However, it wasn't good enough to keep the rest. There's going to be some happy raccoons tonight.