Tuesday, June 10, 2008
What I Found at the Flea Market: Part 2
With no further ado, the search for the crappiest Kansas flea market item continues...
I know what you're thinking. What the fuck is that thing? Well, to be honest, I'm not sure. It's a ball made of string filled with fake flowers. Like a giant bird's egg that hatches knick knacks made out of pipe cleaners. Or an alien pupa from a planet occupied entirely by crazy aunts.
Clown: I have him right where I want him. He looks over at the beaded doorbell cozies, I blind him with a balloon animal, and then, I steal his wallet.
Later in life, Squanto went on to become the first Vegas showgirl and was immmortalized forever in applique.
Looks like some glue gun totin' fancy boys broke into the Elks Lodge again last night, Earl.
And for the panty enthusiasts, some Art Frahm.
They were young. They were in love. They were porcelain. It was not meant to be.
Well, we must leave the flea market now and get on with our crap-free lives. But I leave with you this image of what I ended up buying for my friend. We call it Rainbow the Dragon and His Tiny Wizard Friend, Gaylord Dragonsmiter. A hand-crafted rotating music box that plays a happy little wizard stabbing song. Although theories have been put forth that Rainbow is actually signing an autograph.