Killing me softly with his song

Busking clowns. Seems to be a popular theme among dust-collecting tchotchkes.

I have no room in my life for clowns. They're too close in relation to the mime. (This information is filed under "Things You Should Know About Kate" between "loves animatronics" and "has been known to turn two Double Stuf Oreos into one 'Quadruple Stuf Oreo.'"*)

Look. Even the jaunty-hatted dog is begging him to stop.

You ever tried dancing to just an upright bass before? Played by a clown? Can't be easy.

*don't judge... The good people at Nabisco already did that when I suggested that they start making them this way. *sigh*

Cock-eyed Spaniel

Or a heavily barnacled seal. Can't quite decide which.

And the over-representation of unicorns continues

Gangsta Unicorn does his best thug pose.

Yes I see the flower and still called him a "he". He's a unicorn, for crying out loud.

Don't miss the fibre-optic waterfall

I regret not plugging this in.

Shy swans,  combative doves, a waterfall, iridescent wings, flowers, gravity-defying clothing... I can't, for the life of me, picture this monstrosity on display in someone's house. Though I'd like to. Bet the opulent tackiness didn't end here.

"I think Michael Buble sang a song about us."

Does "World '3 on 3' Hockey Player Award" strike anyone else as being a rather vague distinction?

Pearlescent Bridesmaid doesn't care. She's desperate and looking for love. Tractor beams: locked on target.