I really need to work “clam shell copulation enclosure” into more of my everyday speech.
Branson, Missouri.
I remember a house in La Crosse (or maybe Onalaska) that’s painted pink, but because it’s stucco, it looks like a giant cake. So far as I know, it’s still there. I can’t find a picture and I have no idea where in the city or suburbs it is. I’m only up there once a year or so and I don’t do a whole lot of driving around.
How about The Pickler Mansion.
That champagne bottle design is just about the tackiest thing I’ve ever seen, and it is not improved by the grammar mistake in the name of the champagne. Perhaps the French were making fun of the people who are crazy enough to buy their crap. ‘‘Nevada’s Own Champagne’’! 
I grew up in West Texas. Jesus, where do I begin?
Although the Baby Jesus butt plug comes close to beating anything I saw (NSFW):
At the risk of falling prey to whoosh, professional golfers are already walking ads for golf supply companies - balls, clubs, whatever.
It would be neat to qualify as an amateur for a major tournament like the U.S. Open, and show up in an outfit somewhat the worse for wear, and a cap that says “Willie’s Pro Shop”.
Pro soccer is the reigning Tacky in sports, for example the Columbus Barbasols.
Those type of airplane idiots fly around and around at Michigan Stadium for the home games, at least they used to.
You know, now that you mention it, I was out the other day and saw an elderly potato…
Definitely, if they died in a car crash. A cross at not quite a right angle, almost completely covered in spray paint, festooned with hot pink plastic flowers and the shimmering remains of a mylar balloon.
Sitting in a commercial airliner on July 20th, 1989, and they we’re showing “Good Morning America” on the movie screen. Here’s the video loopthey were playing over and over again.
Consider yourself lucky!
I had half a jar of canned pineapple, and half a jar of canned cherries the other day. I didn’t want to have to half-empty jars standing around (I abhor inefficiency), so I poured the contents of the one into the other.
The next day, the pineapples had turned purple. I felt like a cheap shemale prostitute when I ate them.
The Dodi and Diana memorial in Harrods. It is impossible to over emphasise the tackiness.
The very fact that someone felt it necessary to build a memorial for that spoiled bitch and her pimp, is in itself tacky, no matter the aesthetics of the monument.