Y'see, you have to squint at the french fries...

...to see face of the Virgin. (Possibly Madonna, circa 1984.)

This guy has his own plastic cowboy e-bay. It's phenomenal.

And it's called Cowboy Parts! (Completely G-rated, at least, I hope it is.)

No outlaws or mass murderers in my family, though perhaps a few scumbags. There is a rumored crazy great great aunt sitting somewhere in the family tree, scribbling poetry that is unfailingly described as "weird" and so might have actually been good. None survives -- that we know of.