As schemes to make me part ways with my money go, the following items damn near work, every time. At the very least they bring me up short and make me stop and look at them. And drool a little bit.
…but somehow, I’m able to resist. If that’s the best that Kenner, a wholly fictional subsidiary (, Batman!) of Hasbro, can do, then I can laugh about this later, knowing that my money is still in my wallet.
Oh, dammit. I have a feeling that a wagon somewhere in the world is going to be doing without my not-inconsiderable weight pretty soon.*
* because I will have fallen off of it. Dammit.
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