As a child I cried whenever Godzilla was killed in the movies. What a sad, misunderstood gorilla-whale. I bought my Godzilla for $18. Probably not a deal; he’s from Japan, which makes all toys expensive, but he was a bit dusty, which usually makes toys free. But he wasn’t that dusty. I chose this one, because it has a “puppy face” (the words of the man who sold it to me). Very happy with my purchase, and the vendor was super friendly. Gojira now guards my apartment.
The flea market had weird finds too…
A single grape leaf doesn’t cut it for this happy, naked man. The man selling this painting told me I was one of many who had asked to take a photo of it. “For some reason. There’s just something about it,” he kept saying. It’s because people are fascinated by things they can’t understand.
I think that’s a paper airplane he’s throwing at you; he’s probably written a love poem on it. Hang this in your boudoir.
From computers to highchairs – do you really need to shop anywhere else? These machines are less than ten years old. Yes, they’re that new! Fully loaded with Microsoft Paint, solitaire, and a CD drive. Burn your next 80’s party mix on these babies!