Holy man, I have put some hurt on the Thrift Stores I like to frequent. I happened to stop by one of them today with my sisterlaw (that's short for sister-in-law) to check out some stuff, and realized to my horror, that I have become one of their creepy regulars. Truth be told, I'm not so horrified, I love, love, love finding a good deal. I'm pretty sure it's a sickness. But, come on people, you know I look good. And, I only spent.... well less than you I'm sure. Now, I know some of you may be haters, but I pull off some sweet 80s shit, now and again, come on, amid it. My good friend Ginger was visiting recently, and we may be the only two people alive that can do some down and dirty thrift store shopping for like 4 hours. Seriously, it was like 4 hours in one place. Then, we thought we'd have another go at it the very next day at a different place. I scored, scored, scored. Don't be jealous, maybe one day, you too may come along.
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I feel bad for the poor sap that had to put all of those clothes back after you pulled them off the rack.
I'll have you know, we put back 98% of all those clothes ourselves.... and in their correct places. Thank you very much.
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