I'm kind of a collector of stuff, but I gotta tell ya...when I go on my thrift store runs and see the monumental amounts of one-cherished crapola that people have dumped from their homes, it makes me want to return to my home, clear it all out, and live a streamlined, non-cluttered life. HA! Like that will happen! Anyway, look at this bunch of crapola and please to enjoy!

I am sincerely not at all sure what this is. A turkey? A penguin? A bear? Why does it have breasts? HELP.

Here's something you can give as a housewarming present to someone you really dislike. Damn.

This seems like such a cute figurine, but then I remember that Lucy is a sociopathic narcissist, you blockhead.

This bird seems terrified to be covered in gold paint, which is totally reasonable.

 Oh, dear. Sorry, I am not taking that Christmas journey with you, sir.

I know you know, but do you know that I know that you know that I know that you know? No?

This disturbs me.

That's gotta be a long song.

I wonder if Ed Diamond would like to go on a Christmas journey?


Here is a can of clean air. In a rusty can.

Imagine, just imagine, the person that had these on their desk at work. Then imagine the people that worked with this person. Then imagine there was a bloody coup.

 Do you wish you could go wading in white with Los Bukis? I DO.

No matter what you do, you cannot make these polka guys seem like mod trendy jetsetters.

 SANKEY TIME! Yeah, I don't know why, either.

No Christmas journey for Connie!

The girl in the white knit romper has had more than good time party songs, I think.

 I dunno, when I think of a "warm guitar" I think, "sweaty."

This record reminds me of dedicating this song to a boy I liked in grade school who I didn't really know and who didn't like me. THANKS FOR NOTHING, GALLERY!


And finally, Psycho Donkey wants to live in your house, NOW!