Play him off, keyboard... monkey?

Doll Guy
by George Brown

Apparently this guy is some sort of Times Square fixture. A quick Flickr search turned up this.

You want us to move? AGAIN?

Piute Warrior

by "luckylindy"

Even a fake Native American like Iron Eyes Cody would certainly get a little misty eyed over this.

Tiger's "O" Face

Tiger Woods
by R. Andrade

So very topical.

Crikey!

The Crocodile Man

by Ylli

Everyone's favorite child abuser and wildlife harassment expert finally got his in the end. If you buy this print his spirit can live on, much like the incessant re-runs of Bindi The Jungle Girl on Discovery Kids. The only thing that could have made it better is if it included his final epic battle with the stingray.

If you had understood the nest egg principle...

Newborn

by Ryta

Not only do you get a raven with boobs, you get a midi version of "Junk" playing in the background. It's like 1995 all over again.

They Couldn't Be More Dissimilar

Fairy Twins
by Stephanie

Whaddya mean "twins"? They look nothing alike.

Lucha Libre

Worried Mexico Wrestler
by Unknown

Why so glum little luchador?

I actually really like this painting, but it should be really big. Overwhelmingly big. The kind of thing that doesn't tie a room together, but overwhelms a room with his melancholy. Now THAT'S the difference between bad art and good art.

Trade school is going downhill

Aardvark Plumber Changing Pipes
by Jay Schmetz

He'd better be union.

You Can't Unsee This

EasterWeen
by Gus Fink

He wore the mask each Easter , and during his off time he worked odd jobs but eventually it all got to him , so when Halloween came around he prepared for something much more horrid and grotesque
it all went down on EasterWeen.

Sure and Begorrah

Persian Cat St. Patrick Leprechaun
By Joy Warner

The perfect gift for your crazy Irish cat lady aunt.

An Acquired Taste

Male Fairy Gay Nude Vampire Emo Painting
by Delphine Levesque Demers

Seems like she's shooting for a rather limited demographic.

An Introduction

A long time ago, in a dirty place called MySpace, I began a weekly blog of bad eBay art. Then my dog died and my dad died and I took some time off. I came back, pissed around, got yelled at for writing a blog instead of my book, and it sort of withered on the vine. Then MySpace got all creepy and weird and I just didn't want to go back.

But the heart wants what it wants.

And people want bad eBay art. They keep telling me as much.

So, here you go.