Saturday, March 23, 2013

Thrift Store Fuquerie: Sorta Meh Edition

After I got myself labeled by the nurse as a complete weirdo, I went to the nearby Goodwill and Salvation Army stores. They never fail to disappoint.

I considered getting this to hang next to Napkin Cat, but six bucks was a bit steep for some scraps of beach debris.
Note to self: collect trash on beach, glue to board, ???, profit!








Dear late 80s/early 90s. Thanks a lot. This sort of thing is going to be in thrift stores for centuries.
Unfortunately, the 90s are not biodegradable. 





I cannot possibly imagine why these might have ended up in the thrift store.
Woodward and Smith really know how to write page turners.





I have never so badly wanted to own an 8 track player.
If anyone can find this for me on at least an audio cassette, I will love you forever.





Transformers print from a county fair? Damn straight I bought it!
Not all of us can be purveyors of fine art.





I don't know who this fellow is, but I bet he is delightfully hilarious in not at all an annoying way.
But he's no Floyd.





If you see this in your date's apartment, be on guard.
It's time to leave when she says she wants to live inside your skin.





I know this was a big thing for a while, but it doesn't make this any more demented.
I was going to buy it, but I decided a mini helicopter was a better purchase for terrifying cats.

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