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This is Mondo JubJub! He sees and knows all!

Look at those hypno eyes! Many have tried to kill Mondo JubJub but have failed! His severed head floats on ready to grant wishes to grown men who like to pretend they're little boys.

Fear Mondo JubJub!

Respect Mondo JubJub!

Trade for Mondo JubJub! He commands it! 
Mondo JubJub! He can fit in a bowling bag! but not really cause he's 16x20

Rebecca's Story that came with the Faux Fur Painting:

I used to paint on fake fur back in the 80s when I lived in NYC. I had an art installation at a bar called "Downtown Beirut"( on the Lower East Side). I covered all the walls with paintings of famous architecture on shag fake fur. I covered the ceiling ( with Putti like an Italian church on lime green plush) bar stools,and I did art for the bathrooms ( which got slashed with a knife). The owners loved it so much they wanted it up for two months.

Will is being punished for sending me all kinds of "extras" with his bARTer Sauce trade item.

He always does this and always gets punished. He never learns. This time his punishment is that he has to "ghost write" six stories for Tim & Victoria who were kind enough to trade me six awesome items but are so busy unpacking that they don't have time to write six Sauce stories.

Will's "ghost written" story for Tim & Victoria: 

Tim and Victoria have a lot on their plate what with the moving to somewhere else and all.

I'm impatient though and want to get these items into The Sauce so I hired a ghost writer. His name is Will and he is actually being punished because he likes to send me all kinds of extra stuffs when he makes Sauce trades with me. I'll get hats and books and magazines and weird signs. Then, I have to deal with all that stuff.

So in any case, here's Will's story for Tim & Victoria: 

I made this trade with Victoria and Tim while they were in the midst of moving.

They're super busy. Or at least I think they are. I know I would be if I was moving. So in short, I don't blame them for not sending me a the six stories they owe me right away.

Beryl's Story About "Big Painting:

The story behind the painting is this: It's of an orchard in Wenatchee. and I don't know how to reduce what I've got. When my mom first moved there as a step mom to my two bros she had no experience with "country." She was out picking asparagus and a bull snake slunk out and wrapped itself around middle bros leg.

She freaked out.

Rachael's Story About "I Found An Alternate Dimension In A Hole In My Sock Painting"

My favorite argyle sock. Missing for ages, now its little nose pokes out from underneath the dryer like a suspicious weasel. I make a dive for it as if, after its first taste of freedom it might try to make a break for it, back to the unknown lint-filled worlds beneath the large appliance. I snatch it and promptly wrangle it onto my foot, "You shall not escape me again!" (I don't know why I'm so stern toward it, it IS my favorite sock...) Adequately socked and shod, I sally forth into my day.