Thrift store “What The Fuck?!”’s

My parents decided to go out today.  I went with them.  We went to a thrift store.  Holy fucking shit.  The following pictures are from the store.

    

 

 

 

 

It looks like someone’s ash urn! WTF?!

I didn’t want to touch it.  Dad jokingly said there were ashes in there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  This just screams “BITCH! WUR IZ MY MUNIE?!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What in the bloody hell?

He was sitting on a shelf, mkay, hidden by a bottle that had flowers in it.  Now I know why.  I can’t tell if he’s naked or if that’s just a jacked up Chef’s outfit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ITS A FUCKING MULLET WIG!  MY LIFE IS COMPLETE! HOLY SHIT!

 

 

 

 

 

 

These are from the Good Will….

 

 

 

 

 

Duh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing screams “Here, Bobby, read some books! You have Curious George, Diago, AND BOOKS FUCKING COVERED IN BLOOD!”

They were all lined up in the middle of all these kid books.

 

 

 

 

 

At the thrift store, the cashier was talking about how they had a Christmas party and all the food was gone and all that was left was a lot of liquor.

Now we know what happened to the liquor…Santa and Frosty.  AA, NUKKAS! AA!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scrooge McPenguin!  He looks pissed to be 2-D.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Later at the grocery store, after I watched 5 rednecks all walk into the automatic doors that refused to open…

 

 

 

 

 

I just thought this was awesome.