I love charity shops.
If charity shops didn’t exist, I’d just be nude. All the time. Nude and angry.
…probably quite a bit richer also.
But it’s not just the cheap stuff that’s great, it’s also the weird-ass stuff. The kind of stuff you’d never see in any self-respecting shop.
VHS tapes, novelisations, worn statuettes of Private Benjamin? By the thousands!
Shit you wouldn’t buy if your mother’s virginity depended on it!
Why wouldn’t you buy inflatable insects?
I think this particular one is a bee.
Help me out g !
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Other great things I found included great big red pants and a really expensive copy of Shark In Venice.
Also, a television with an in-built DVD player.
A £10 TV + DVD???
Oh charity shop, why did I ever mock thee?
*reaches in pocket*