The preferred nomenclature is "dirt mall". As in "see that there painted sawblade? I got it at the Crystal River dirt mall last Saturday, along with a puppy and a NASCAR collectible porcelain doll."
Just out of curiousity, what do you do with something like that? Make a pot of soup, hang it on your wall or lay it on the coffee table as a decoration, mount it on the front of your pickup truck?
Speaking as a Florida native for whom this sort of thing is very mundane, it took me a few minutes to figure out why this was worth a post. Then I realized that, oh yeah, I guess this is kind of weird.
My baby alligator heads only cost me $8 each. That alligator head seller is ripping you off. Unless the seething acres of pythons in the Everglades have changed the available supply of baby alligator heads.
Speaking as a Southerner who's sick of the invasive species taking over the swamps, I hope they'll be a day when python skins are for sale by the dozen as a token of wiping them out in the South
The wonderful wonderful Villages. Funny, when I was living in Florida, in roughly the same part of the state, I remember a kind of scandal there that involved the old people giving each other herpes and other forms of VD at a high rate. The secret of retirement in Florida, folks, is that your single grandparents fuck each other, and some old men fuck prostitutes that they pick up at truck stops.