Part of my photo project Thrift Shop Hell, documenting weird and wonderful thrift store finds from the Upper Midwest.

This is another perfume bottle, of course.

His head spins freely, like any proper demon-possessed creature’s. His golden eyes gaze blankly, unfocused and glittering. And a low voice echoes (where did it comes from), slowly, lowly,

brrup

brrup

brrup.

Maybe you like frogs and want to own this.  I won’t judge.  Click here!