I gotta admit I have respect for some good taxidermy. My second cousin Tom is a taxidermist of skill and talent developed through 35 years of working with dead animals in Wyoming, where they know how to kill some animals. But this taxidermy? Would probably get you run out of Tom's shop at gunpoint: {Source} On the plus side, this little charmer is only $45.

I'm not the biggest clean freak in the world. Anyone who has ever seen my fridge knows that. But THIS? VINTAGE feather duster??? Paying someone $30 to drag a bunch of germs of the ages into my house?? Excuse me. I have to go get the hand sanitizer and bleach. {Source}

File under: stuff that makes me bang my head on my desk. Note to genius designer - hands were meant to be USED, not to have their fingers yoked together in some kind of modern finger slavery. And then someone ate a bird, guts, feathers and all, and then coughed it up on your hand. "Tribal" my butt. {Source}

Something to offend everyone - the lady of the house, who doesn't like hunting, and the man of the house, who doesn't want his dead animals crapped up with floral fabric. {Source} $1200 smackeroos Quick, call Chuck Testa!

This shop's toys are delightfully horrible: {Source} Alien Elmo If Elmo ripped apart by a giant dinosaur head isn't enough for you, you can witness the birth of Mickey: In case your kids ask you where cartoon characters come from. {Source}