I found these at the Lincolnton Goodwill last week. They called out to me from the top shelf, "Take us home, Sam! Save us from a sad, filthy life on the corner of the nearby ghetto!" So I did.
I can't walk in them.
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I found these at the Lincolnton Goodwill last week. They called out to me from the top shelf, "Take us home, Sam! Save us from a sad, filthy life on the corner of the nearby ghetto!" So I did.
I can't walk in them.
I know the pic's blurry, but still. What. The. Hell? The globe has been the same since 1950, but for some reason, almost sixty years later, they decide to fuck with it. Horrible marketing decision, in my opinion.
Yesterday I got this sweet new bag at Concord Mills. Upon further inspection today, Jacob and I decided it was the perfect size to stow away one fluffy, stripey fuzzball. And so it happened. She was displeased. Until later, when she apparently changed her feelings about the evil hippie bag long enough to lay on it and get her fur all over the outside, too.