Maybe because I keep torturing my friend with this ad, but I'm going to miss this li'l guy in our Blogtown advertising barrage for the Saturday Market's last-minute shopping event. He keeps popping up every time I look at our website. Look at that thing!! What a horrific unwrapping that would be for any man, woman, or child on Christmas morning. He's like Poop Chet from Weird Science meets Roger Rabbit's Baby Herman. What's on his head?! He looks like somebody's terrifying creepy uncle cross-bred with the cold dead eyes of your childhood collie. Is that a stick of dynamite in his malformed flappy poop lips. Is he a goiter? I can't look away. I must have this Poop Chet. It's not too late for last-minute shopping. (Just sayin'.)
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