Don’t Have A Bio-Electric Hormone Juice Droid, Man

Vinyl toys were my secret shame until some negative influences in my life convinced me it’s OK to remain childlike through adulthood. Oh how I love them. Vinyl toys are a fantastic extension to the world of lowbrow art, and this Bart Simpson monstrosity is no exception. I am especially fond of the strange marsupial prancing around in his bell jar of a head. I collect these things like a fiend, and as soon as a distant but wealthy relative kicks the bucket and leaves me with millions I will have rooms in my palatial estate devoted simply to custom vinyl toys.

Plush Play via my dashingly handsome associate