Where am I?In case Grandma ever should forget to take her alzheimer’s medication, and becomes confused about her location, she got this piece of dust-collecting garbage for christmas:

“Where am I? Where the frak am I?” [looks around irritated and panicking, sees this] “Oh, I guess I’m home. What a relief!”…

Is this how it came to be?
In case you hate your new apartment so much you have to give it a more “home-ish” touch, buy this crap.

As an added bonus we sell you these owl cutouts, to solve your rodent problem…until they start eating the cutouts, then you’re fracked!