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Goodwill finds I’m glad I didn’t find.

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I have a friend who’s addicted to thrifting and every time we get together she has to hit Goodwill. Over the years I’ve found some nice things there.

The following are not those things.

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I don’t know what that houseplant did to piss off this octopus, but it must have been major.

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That’s extremely disturbing.

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Even this cat was surprised.

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Oh, no.

Hell no!

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Somewhere, someone thought this was a good idea.

The mind boggles.

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Finally, a piñata I can get behind. And under.

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I’ve never been a huge fan of piñatas. I mean really, if you give me a baseball bat and want me to hit something other than a ball? It better be something worthwhile… like a certain red squirrel who shall remain nameless.

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But hold the phone…. there’s a piñata filled with liquor?

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Nipyata! Count me in.

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Covid? Sure I’ll give that a whack.

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Clown? Definitely whacking that creepy SOB.

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No, I might have to pass on that one. The husband wouldn’t want me practicing that particular swing.

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Apologies to my Republican friends, but that’s just begging to be whacked. (And look, he’s on sale)

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A small collection of nonsense.

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I saw this at Goodwill last week… and it made me wonder how many women in the 60’s stuck their face in a cone for the sake of beauty.

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The ridiculous cat products are still popping up on my Facebook feed.

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Saw this license plate and thought…. why would anyone want to be BoBo?

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For anyone who doesn’t remember….

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BoBo was a blow up punching bag…. and part of a groundbreaking study about learned aggressive behavior.

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And if ridiculous cat products aren’t ridiculous enough? This abomination popped up on my Facebook feed the other day.

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And I seriously don’t want to know what algorithm triggered that!

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