Here are the living, breathing versions of Santa Claus who showed up in a fun little image search (some are pulled from my old collections). Tomorrow, the non-humans…
I’m not digging this guy’s murderous Charlie Manson glare.
Rob Zombie?
Taken about two seconds before he blacked out from the booze…
The masked Santa always looks like something directly out of a serial killer movie.
Stay tuned…and feel free to contribute more!
I apologize for bringing this album into your life. It’s an item best left for collectors of seriously horrendous oddities.
Something about Woody the Woodchuck is a little bit…off. This album was not produced correctly, giving the whole thing a slightly warped, off key tone. The “speaking” parts sound like they were cobbled together by a manic robot, the singing is often incomprehensible, things move a little too slowly, and you pretty much finish the album relieved that it’s over.
If you finish. Which is unlikely.
I never quite understood the human drive to serve things in Santa heads, yet there has always been a decent market for the decapitated icon.
Most of the mugs and punch bowls I’ve seen have an eerie cold, dead look in their eyes. Why?
GAH!
Some even have a sickly “overdose” kind of look…
What SPECIES is this one?
At least this vintage one look happier, if not a bit surprised.
I had collected a bunch of these images on my hard drive, but a few are from this awesome site dedicated entirely to Santa mugs.
From Neatorama
Since Americans eat an astonishing amount of turkey the last week in November, do you think the chickens are doing celebratory dances like this?
(Ugh…now I’m lamenting the conditions under which chickens are typically raised in this country…no room for dancing at all).
The Thanksgiving cake disasters are out in full force! I love the creative liberty that supermarket bakeries take with anatomical structure. My morning grocery store trip brought me to this fellow right here:
It looks like a tiny turkey head on a dirt hill…or a bird with some serious glandular dysfunction.
Hearing the coughs and sneezes of others during my errands today reminded me of this vintage gem.
Stay healthy this winter, folks. Avoid people with insane projectile rocket coughs.
I can’t believe this book is only 22 years old.
I love how the title equates females routines with great tragedy and struggle, as if you would find this right next to a Coping With Death and Dying in a book store.
Now I know where to go for all of my tips on “no-show smoothness” in undergarments. You can see a scan of the underwear page here.
Honestly, I just wanted an excuse to post this image because it pretty much made my morning:
But if you want to read a bit about Ridley Scott’s Monopoly movie, head over here.
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