The house in which I spent my formative years was a creaky, Victorian affair packed to the brim with a strange collection of dusty antiquities. All my attempts at affecting a rebellious minimalism resulted in a sense of mourning for my abandoned nest of detritus, and eventually I came to accept my magpie tendencies.

One such fellow magpie is Mr. A.R.M., the founder of The Secret Society of Odd Acquisition, a group who devote themselves to amassing a strange collection of wonders and learning their secrets. Mr. A.R.M.’s antiquated archive of macabre delights is framed in the age polished wood of Trundle Manor — a nefarious, and thus perfect, abode. Not content to simply collect, the members of the S.S.O.A. produce conglomerations of their strange googaws in the form of custom crafted jewelry, photos of which are viewable after the jump along with images of Trundle Manor itself.

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I think I speak for everyone at Ectomo when I say that we’re all convinced that this is how we’ll find Eliza one day: kicking her tiny atrophied chicken legs as the putrescent curtains of her gelatinous flab slop over the sides of the filthy toilet to which her suppurating backside — so much like the hemorrhoidal posterior of an elephant seal, raised upon a diet of mayonnaise! — has biomechanically merged.

Deputies say a woman in western Kansas became stuck on her boyfriend’s toilet after sitting on it for two years.

Ness County Sheriff Bryan Whipple said it appeared the 35-year-old Ness City woman’s skin had grown around the seat. She initially refused emergency medical services but was finally convinced by responders and her boyfriend that she needed to be checked out at a hospital.

“We pried the toilet seat off with a pry bar and the seat went with her to the hospital,” Whipple said. “The hospital removed it.”

More seriously, this is an interesting example of the dangers of a finger-pointing society that always wants to incriminate someone. The authorities are trying to figure out what files to charge against her boyfriend, who brought her food and water on a daily basis. He certainly sounds like an idiot, and we can certainly question the parameters of any relationship where one party not getting off the toilet for two years qualifies as romance, but if we locked up the life partner of every obese woman who had decided to enthrone herself upon a toilet 24 hours a day in order to maximize convenience and minimize caloric expenditure, we’d have to imprison the paramour of every female World of Warcraft player ever.

Sheriff: Woman Sat on Toilet for 2 Years [Google] : Thanks, Joel