Victor: What are you complaining about-OH HOLY GOD, tell me you didn’t just buy that.
me: Worse. I was just outbid on it.
That’s right. It’s a rabbit head sewn on a human body. I bid on it because it’s awesome and also because of the description:
“…and the foot is missing/Her right hand has no fingers…found this in a box in the roof/ With the foxs.”
It’s like Sylvia Plath wrote this shit, y’all.
PS. I found this right afterward because ebay is like this dick friend who is all “Hey, you like fucked-up shit? LOOK AT THIS FUCKED UP SHIT, YO.”
I’m pretty sure this is the exact opposite of truth in advertising.