After he was circumcised, my grandmother (maternal) kept my uncle’s foreskin in the hall closet for a year or so. Until one day they left the closet door open, and the dog got a hold of it and ate it.
Racist me, I thought they would all be katanas.
Dear G-d.
He still scares the shit outta me sometimes when I go downstairs and see him out of the corner of my eye. I put him behind the shower curtain dressed as ‘Miss April Fools 2000’. We had watched the sixth sense the night before, so my wife already had the heebie-jeebies.
I suppose I should mention that she was over nine months pregnant at the time.
Me neither. Thumbs up, grandpa!
(Uh…better make that “polite nod, grandpa!”)
Real Human Skull (husband acquired it in Nepal, embellished with Buddhist carvings etc.)
Shrunken Head, not real (husband acquired it in Equador and always passes it off as real)
Buddhist Rosary (Mala) (husband acquired it in Ladakh, made of skull fragments)
Yes, well, I’m sure you’re beginning to see a pattern. He is also magnetically drawn to purchase large and heavy items made of stone.
Yeah, never marry a collector ladies.
Well, here’s one I gave to my boss a few years back, actually made by my parents: a real turkey foot, mounted to a plaque so that it sticks out at the viewer, with the middle “toe” raised. Basically, a turkey foot flipping the bird. Very similar to this.