Another Cultural Icon is Toast
RIP Montana Turd Burd
There are no more Montana turd burds. I was very saddened to learn that the little creatures, fashioned out of a shellacked piece of cow poop, with pipe cleaner legs, googly eyes, feather wings and a cowboy hat (the deluxe versions may have come with a little holster and a bandana) can no longer be found at the $10,000 Silver Dollar Bar along with the huckleberry taffy, colored agates and Indian purses.
Apparently the Montana Turd Burd factory burned down, and there are currently no plans to rebuild it. Turd burds have been around as long I can remember, and now they will disappear from our cultural mainstream, just like the Marathon Bar, Stretch Armstrong, and candy cigarettes.
Maybe they will become a hot collector's item on eBay. To think I've purchased a few as gifts for people who refused to believe that stores sold toy poop. People I haven't talked to in years, who probably don't even realize what a treasure they now have in their hands.
I just don't have a collector's eye, I guess. Just like when I gave away the pope decanter with the screwtop papal hat. So long, Turd Burd. Thanks for the memories.
There are no more Montana turd burds. I was very saddened to learn that the little creatures, fashioned out of a shellacked piece of cow poop, with pipe cleaner legs, googly eyes, feather wings and a cowboy hat (the deluxe versions may have come with a little holster and a bandana) can no longer be found at the $10,000 Silver Dollar Bar along with the huckleberry taffy, colored agates and Indian purses.
Apparently the Montana Turd Burd factory burned down, and there are currently no plans to rebuild it. Turd burds have been around as long I can remember, and now they will disappear from our cultural mainstream, just like the Marathon Bar, Stretch Armstrong, and candy cigarettes.
Maybe they will become a hot collector's item on eBay. To think I've purchased a few as gifts for people who refused to believe that stores sold toy poop. People I haven't talked to in years, who probably don't even realize what a treasure they now have in their hands.
I just don't have a collector's eye, I guess. Just like when I gave away the pope decanter with the screwtop papal hat. So long, Turd Burd. Thanks for the memories.
