Going through my crap as I prepare to move back in with my parents, I came across some postcards I picked up years ago. Clearly, I liked them too much to entertain the idea of actually using them for their intended purpose (though I'd also completely forgotten about them until I dug 'em up out of the dank hell-hole that is my closet). Check it:
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| My idea of a romantic date. |
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| A bit of whimsy from Barnes & Noble. |
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| My favorite, obviously. For when I need a belly-laugh. I'm thinking of framing it. |
