And I thought I’d seen everything there was to see in a Charity Shop.
Then THIS happened:
I know what you’re thinking: “That’s just a shirt”.
How many shirts can you fit in a shirt?!
Turns out: loads.
So yeah, pretty dumb.
Then I came across this little golden nugget:
Fuck that’s expensive.
Where am I gonna find LAVA?
Where did it go?
It’s clearly still in there.
Maybe the lava needs a new lamp.
Which in itself needs a new price.
Like… £TRASH ?
Anyway. After the lava fiasco I thought that was it. Surely nothing dumber could ever emanate from Charity Shop Land.
And yet after buying an item today I realised it was wrapped in the most peculiar type of wrapping. Not that the wrapping paper in itself was anything special but, you see, there were some inscriptions on it…
Here’s inscription #1:
Just try to imagine how happy that made me. Try.
Ok, first of all, thank you for letting us know this was a “joke” and not a poem or an obituary (joke ;P).
But what the fuck happens at the end of that shitty-ass joke? What’s with the “ajar” confusion?
AJAR again (crossed out, underlined AND pointing at “A JAR”).
*drawing of an actual JAR*
This is, without a doubt, one of the most glorious things I’ve read/seen… probably ever.
Ready for inscription #2? Sure?
Joke: When is a Rhinoceros not a Rhinoceros?
When it’s AHIPPOJAR.