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Showing posts with label thrift store terror. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Thrift Store Terror Tuesday: Part Deux!


If this is your child, you are probaby Morticia Addams. You are also probably a member of the Undead Army. Despite that fact, the choice of the mother or father to dress this thing in the outfit seen was a poor one. It's like an assault on my fashion-sensitive, God fearing soul. Also, nice haircut, Buzz.


I was startled by this doll when I saw it. Not only does it bear a striking resemblance to the look of unfulfilled dreams, it tries to mask its own scent by wearing pink. You aren't fooling anyone, Jezebel.
A face only a mother could love, frighteningly tiny hands, and plenty of sleepless nights could be yours if the price is right.

Blue-suited Aunt Melba stumbles into the family reunion, crunk to Atlanta and back. The only solution is to trap her for eternity in an oil panting. Rub it three times and it will hiccup.


Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Thrift Store Terror Tuesday

Since this is a new blog, I would like to explain what Tuesday means as a Thriftocracy reader. It's Thrift Store Terror Tuesday! What in the poopstick is that? Well, I spent 4 days out of the week thrifting in various cities nearby. Multiple times a day, I will find things that make me laugh, cry, or revert into the fetal position. Example #1:



I'm not sure what makes this mouse so menacing. There's a significant possibility that it has something to do with his metallic purple suit or his random, off-putting hair sprig. I mean, I get it. Rodents shouldn't go full Elmer Fudd and be totally bald. They certainly need bangs at the very least. OH WAIT, THEY HAVE FUR.


Actually, the most concerning factor is the eyes. The dark, soulless eyes. Something mysterious drawing you in, easing you closer to certain doom.
Good luck with that, buddy. Good luck.