Bubbles Go In, Bubbles Come Out

Found and photographed at a thrift store in Ventura: something that clearly comes from an era when people cared less about child abuse.

My only reason to regret not purchasing this miniature model of a crime is that I can’t explain to you where the bubbles actually come out, though I feel like any of the potential bubble escape holes should make everyone uncomfortable. Also: Why two pumps? One for air and one for…? Perhaps we’re better off not wondering.

Previous documentation of thrift store merchandise I did not buy:

• Lonesome, Even With All That Red Hair
• Shrine of the Sea Monkey