So one day I decided to kill some time and a few brain cells. How? By entering Spencer’s Gifts:
One thought came to mind:

“I immediately regret this decision.”
This validated my fear:
Juggalo headgear!
Zounds and Zubaz! Where’s my pickup truck and rebel flag?!
I don’t recall the events following this picture. I DO remember waking up in a Dumpster behind Paradise Valley Mall. It was nighttime. And it was so disorienting. And shameful. Much like a trip to Spencer’s Gifts.



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OK, so I was imagining some horrifying stuff when I read the post without pictures earlier.
Can I please, please scrub my brain of this now? Pretty please?
Well, Genial Black Man, I chuckled a few times at your post and a few of the others you’ve written. I like you style. Welcome. It’s good to have another witty diarist on board.
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Thank you!
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