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meet Cagers

So yesterday Heather and I dropped off some of our clothes and stuff we did not want to move to Chicago at the Goodwill store. We weren't alone however and there was quite a line of waiting cars full of crappy stuff
for the poor people. Aghhh, I love the smell of a cleaned conscience in the morning. I got bored, got out of the car to see what's what in the second hand store: and there she was, the best piece of campy junk I have seen in a long time. A piggy bank. With a tiara and a tutu. I laughed really hard for a couple of minutes, possibly raising some concerns about my mental health with the Somali check out ladies, and then decided that I needed to have it. So here she is: Cagers. She so will get a spot in my office.