You know, even though it’s still February I’m convinced winter is on its way out. Today was warm and sunny and there were quite a few new vendors, so of course that means there was also some fresh Turklish.
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My only surprise with this one is that they left out “department,” which is usually an obligatory word for these sorts of nonsense shirts.
Cool sweat, dude.
This is a kid’s shirt… yikes for the thousandth time.
Okay, how many of you aren’t picturing something dirty involving Lynda Carter?
Incidentally, the last part says, “high entertainment times of fun.”
Never kite surfing in congested areas— so I guess I-45 at rush hour is out of the question.
Make up your mind, which is it?
I’m not sure if that’s a command or what, but in any case I’m probably sure it shouldn’t be on baby pants. But of course that’s exactly where it is.
If you look closely, that’s not a B… it does in fact say “no rack door.” Where I come from, a rack door is just a bra that hooks in the front. [Insert your own lovely puppies or Lynda Carter joyride joke here]
I almost never laugh out loud when I’m at the bazaar, because I don’t want to draw unnecessary attention to myself, but this… this got the best of me. It’s a baby’s shirt. Sorry that’s all I have to say about it, but there’s simply no caption I could write that would beat “the last show in brown town.”
Incidentally, if anyone would like to purchase anything from the bazaar, past or present, just let me know and I’ll see what I can do. There’s different stuff every week, but there’s also a lot of overlap, so if there’s something you saw here and want me to keep my eye out for, just shout. See you guys tomorrow.
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