As Thrift Horror Week draws to a close, I bring you a few remainders.

Pork and lace…always a winning combination:

Someone was probably quite proud of their own craftsmanship after making this, sadly.

A nice, calming piece to enhance any home:

Cock-a-doodle-FAIL:

No idea…

“O” no…

One step away from the Twilight Zone “Eye of the Beholder” nurses.

I’m officially embarrassed to be human. I can’t believe my own species makes things like this:

Well, that was fun. Next month will undoubtedly bring a YULETIDE HORRORS theme…so please share any holiday images that are appropriately terrifying.

The thrift store clown population comprises some of the most horrible mass produced specimens you’ll ever cast your eyes upon.

Is his droopy eye trying to inconspicuously escape?

I have no words:

I congratulate the person who managed to chisel pure abject misery into this piece of wood.

There actually seems to be a proliferation of downtrodden clowns.

This must be what Satan gives his children to play with:

Yet somehow, the next one is worse…

I feel dirty. I want to wash my eyes…and my soul…

I hesitate to even ask what this is made of. I think I see corn.

You know, I’m not even sure if this IS a clown, but let’s not get too nit-picky.

This post dedicated to the wonderful Louisa. 😉

One can never peruse the thrift store trinket section without coming across at least 800 bunnies. It’s a universal truth.

In contrast to the previous suicidal ceramics, here we have one that is clearly homicidal:

This one doubles as a public service announcement against excessive use of primary colors:

I’m sure there’s some kind of ointment for whatever has afflicted this bunny’s ears and feet, and another for his infectious Pink Eye:

This must be what happens when you electrocute a rabbit and proceed to mummify it with your spare craft supplies:

I also have a small collection of vintage Easter bunny photos with a distinctly menacing air…if anyone’s interested, I’ll post them.

There are some beastly fusions of parts and ideas to be found in thrift stores.

(Yes, that is a face growing out of its back)

Somewhere between a cow, a tooth and a time piece:

Frankly, I’m quite shocked that anyone ever thought to merge a Transformer and a troll doll.

Proceed with caution when approaching Radioactive Unicorn Duck.

Some things are probably better left unexplored.

The best way to ensure your child will need extensive therapy:

And now the best: Sexy Burlesque Cow!

An odd trend in thrift store paraphernalia is the figurine with built in “crotch storage.”

Is this (all too) jolly fellow supposed to be a candy bowl? Did no one perceive the indecency of fondling a clown to procure treats?

This just screams impending lawsuit:

The inclusion of God’s curious little lamb isn’t helping this sorry bastard.

If anyone knows the manufacturer’s intended use of crotch storage areas, please share.