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Head on over to St. Vinnie's, Green Bay.
where lost souls are trapped in candle form
leaving behind their human shells...
Where dead baby jokes come true
and evil succubi dance freely in the toy aisle with their fiendish friends such as
The Purple People Eater
Where disembodied heads hold your dead grandma's wig
Where innocent Thrifthorror shoppers see filth in innocent objects
like wtf is going on in this picture?
and what's up with Captain Blue Balls?
or this pan... Is that a lobster on your cake pan or are you just happy to see me?
Pray for my soul Thrift Horror Monk.
because my "I Can Cope" mug isn't working.
