I buy bizarre things at white elephant sales. In the past several years, I've purchased: A pair of stuffed owls, a hand-cranked pencil sharpener in the likeness of Charlie Chaplin, an Agatha Christie hardback that I bought solely for the inscription ('Jimmer - Don't tell Marsha I gave you this, too much drama. See you soon, Edgar.'), an unopened box of crayolas that are all the same colour (red), a set of cigarette cards depicting famous Prussian generals, and a moustache cup with 'Mom' hand painted on it.
I get a kick out of doing this. It drives the missus spare - she's the practical one, always looking for bargains that she can resell. Takes all the fun out of it, if you ask me.
Boru
I get a kick out of doing this. It drives the missus spare - she's the practical one, always looking for bargains that she can resell. Takes all the fun out of it, if you ask me.
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson
