I Turn Everyday Objects Into Wacky Characters, And Here's 30 Of Them (New Pics)

This bedhead is nuts right now, it makes me look loco that doesn't stop me from smiling, you can call me Coco. My friends and I come in a bunch we get so heavy, we make the palm trees hunch. We want to stay by the ocean, cool breeze, and the sand. But we're just fruits, no say in supply and demand.

You're going to stick what in my nose? It better be the right pattern, it matters, if it's wrong, it'll shatter. My stare is overbearing, two screws block my hearing, metal in my nose is what I'm fearing. I can barely move, and it's quite rude to have your keys intrude. Like Goldilocks, pick the right one, for I am Barry the bear, the keyhole that loves to stare.

Would you like to hang with the long-necked sloth that's old and wise? Spending most of its time in trees comes to no surprise. Engrained, it's drained, the wise sloth is. Sleeping, eating, with hugs you can't resist. Slower and slower, Woody the long-necked sloth is able to stare and entertain you, on this wood-grained table.

The person that gives this face the best name gets something special!

This is Bob the knob. Turning left and right is his sole job. The twisting of his nose leaves it swollen and throbbed. Bob the knob can sob with the sights he has robbed. Instead, his face stuck in surprise, he cries inside, forevermore, remaining still on this door. So I ask with no prob, be kind to Bob the knob, and don't be a snob.

Snouted snake, what loud noises you make! It's from all the lint and dirt and hair you take. Sucking, inhaling, stretching and coiling Barking and growling, the dog's blood is boiling. But, you barely see this elongated face. It's only when you're cleaning a tight place.

Watching me wearily was a depressing chicken.
Eyes close to shut, between where the wood thickens.
Its forehead tall, beak lazy and all
I've never seen a wood-grained chicken before.
I asked it to cluck, it blankly stared, no such luck, this was a chicken that will be forever stuck.

ARGHHH! Can you stop trashing my windows!? Is it because of my unibrow and crooked nose!? I'm just a gorilla, trying to keep my life chiller. Living on top of a beer can, and it's certainly not Miller. Just an ape, keeping its shape is what I'm doing. Relaxing and residing in this brown ale from black tooth brewing.

Behold! This hypnotizing molding performing is now befolding. This frog-like jester is not hesitant to pester, all that walks before it. Hanging on the wall, having you stop and stall, procrastinating any business you had at all. It's wavy shapes now take place as you stare and watch, smiling wide, curling eyes, and a feathered crotch. How can this decorative piece put me trance? Fry the Frogz once-log jester and his hypnotizing gesture.

Ooo my back is aching from all this lumber. Heavy lifting and never a slumber. I'm the holder of this tabletop. Standing legs widespread, not letting it drop. My head forever attached to my upper back. Supporting your belongings, I will never relax.