Brokencog makes sasquatch heads out of animal butts and other assorted parts. More like Butt-Foot or Ass-Squatch. These are fugly Dr. Seuss looking characters that I’m pretty sure exist in the “Tripping acid realm”, cuz I’ve seen em there. I think I bought a used car from one in the “tripping balls realm” once, which turned out to be a tricycle, only I didn’t find out until I made like 3 payments. The point is, don’t trust these guys. Or this guy.
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Bigfoot is the man! Or the Squatch! Who else can make his home in a stick pile in the woods? Who else could battle the Six Million Dollar man? Who else gets dropped off by a spaceship just to drop a deuce then go back home? Who else could ride a giant crab? This Bigfoot Riding a Giant Crab captures the awesomeness of Sasquatch. You know what he did after he rode this crab? He punched it and dug in and had crab cakes! Hey, he was feeling crabby! Crab and cryptid collide in this messed up sculpture made with a real crab.
Mirror mirror on the- What the shuck! This Taxidermy Mirror With Snake/Skunk Creature has a special place in my home so we can both be ugly in the mirror at the same time. I take that back. This mirror ain’t big enough for both our ugly. Now step aside before I break that long neck.
It is made with a skunk skull and Python vertebrae. So it is called a Skython. Or a slithering Snunk. On a different note, I don’t think I’m sober yet. Gonna come back and blog in an hour. I still won’t be sober, but I also won’t care. Kisses.
Nothing says Christmas like a dead squirrel head wearing a Santa hat. This Taxidermy Squirrel Santa Claus Christmas Ornament will make sure that you have a very merry rodent filled Christmas. He doesn’t even have a neck. Dude is just all head and all hat. Like a floating ghost in search of nuts that he will never find. Well, unless you hang him on your tree at crotch level and lean in too close. Then it’s all screaming and blood dripping on the presents below.
It’s an Articulated Rattlesnake. Does that mean it’s well spoken? I kid. I kid. More like rattle bones, am I right? This guy is gonna look good on my shelf and scare everyone who visits my home. And by everyone, I mean mother. And yes, I refer to her as mother in the weird creepy Norman Bates way.It’s okay. Mother can’t hear us. She’s in the other room in her rocking car, collecting cobwebs.
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