Archie McPhee is known for its weird stuff, but this is really weird. I'm sure Freud himself would have something to say about it. But hey, if fruity Austrian psychoanalysts on a stick aren't for you, there's always cherry-flavored Marie Antoinette severed heads, orange-flavored Abe Lincoln heads, blueberry-flavored Will Shakespeares and cola-flavored Vladimir Lenins. I love Archie McPhee.
It just happens to be Freud that is immortalized as a sucker. While that sentence does sound suitable to me, I have to say that I liked Jung more then him.
Nothin' like sending a "message" to management oui?