Oh, MAN! This weekend at the VV provided SUCH a bounty of worthy goodness (or badness, however you like to see it), that I think I have to break it into THREE separate posts! Let us begin this evening with another installment from the Knick-Knack section! Please to enjoy!
What does one exactly do, anyway, to win the "I AM A CHAMPION OF GOD!" trophy? And how did these two end up at the thrift store? Were there NOT ENOUGH WORTHY CHAMPIONS?? And why the stars and stripes? Were there not enough AMURRICN champions?? Why do I feel like I feel this whole thing is going to start shooting fireworks and Billy Graham, Jimmy Swaggart, and Pat Robertson are going to appear from a hole in the floor surrounded by red, white, and blue smoke? AIEEEE!
The Suspicious Mud Children Are Tired Of Your Bullshit.
This Lion-Chicken-Frog thing is also weary of your bovine feces.
Crabby Cat-Dog will NO LONGER TOLERATE your cow crap.
This was so random and so strange that I laughed very loudly in the store when I saw it, confusing an old lady looking at pots and pans behind me.
A sad day, indeed, when your family portrait ends up in the Value Village. Even worse is when a stranger BUYS IT.
Aw, HELL no.
I'm calling it: this Elephant Clock is the BUTT-UGLIEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.
These guys are totally up to no good. You can tell.
Horse One is all, "Oh, look at me, I'm all windblown and GOLD and majestic," and Horse Two is all, "WHATever."
I'd like to thank my children for never buying me this.
And finally, AAAAHHH! GET IT OFF ME!!
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