Flea Collared

The 400 Flea Market, aptly located at the 400 and Innisfil Beach Road just south of Barrie, harkens to anyone in need of fun finds not available at mainstream retail outlets. While there today, I marvelled at the availability of throw blankets adorned with Taylor Lautner's half-naked teen wolf self, Newfie novelties like pineapple Crush pop, (why is this drink only available as a Newfie treat? Really Cadbury? As if the rest of Canada may not appreciate pineapple flavoured pop?) and Jingle Jugs. The jugs, suprising, had nothing to do with milk. Cow's milk, anyway.  Nope, they were mechanical boobs that hang on a fancy plaque on your wall, and when turned on, the bikini-clad boobs bounce and sing. If only I had bought stock in this company!

Not to be outdone are the "outfitters." Luckily, if you are in the market for lethal weapons like fun deadly knives and clubs, pellet guns made to look suspiciously like machine guns, and ninja foot spikes, this is the place for you! Goodness, I was overwhelmed by the quality products offered by not one but two dealers for the violent wannabe vigilante in all of us.

But the best thing there? The Scarface lamp. Because nothing says night table decor like Pacino packing heat!

Awesome crap. That's pretty much it.

The Beaver. Huh?

Gibson with his hand in the beaver. Why don't you go molest a wallaby instead?

Okay, so as I was leafing through the Entertainment section of the Star yesterday and came upon an ad for the new movie The Beaver. Under the title it read "He's here to save Walter's life."

Uh, is this for real?