Book Lots

Recently, while at Big Lots, I could barely maneuver my cart full of recently expired Italian potato chips (no, really...the sapore di paprika is the bomb)  for the bins and bins of books in every other aisle.  This is where literature comes to die. And dying it is.
Here are a few of the celebrity tomes available:

Blazin' a trail right on down to the discount bin. Ha ha

More pornography  for Reagan fetishists.

Apparently her uterus can write. Who knew

Do what? I'm scared to ask.

Remember her?

More for the Reagan era fetishists, I'm sure.

Remember her?

I caught the 60 something white male manager sneaking a peak at this one while straightening up the pile.

How did this person manage to get a book deal? Are there Jay Mohr "fans"? If so, I don't want to live in this world.

"Starting over" what? Her face?

Ok, so I almost bought this one. Gay.

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colonizing

"This ad has been matched to your interests. It was selected for you based on your browsing activity. Epsilon helped The Swiss Colony determine that you might be interested in an ad like this."

Every time I visit Facebook, I see that their crack team of robots have strategically determined which targeted ads to flash at me.
I honestly had no idea Swiss Colony even still existed, did you?!
But I guess they have me pegged, don't they?

I don't understand.  Perhaps there's some cached record of an old search for porn? It's gotta be porn, right? Swiss Logs? It's always porn. Who knows.

 Anyway, so I clicked....only to find a wonderland frozen in time.

 Did you know that there was  a Swiss Colony Electronics section.

Perhaps you'd like a computer "mouse"... For all you tech savvy types.

Or, from their Fashion section a dream catcher/wolf tee shirt

Or maybe from their jewelry section (no, really) a stylish money clip/watch combo (not even from Switzerland). 

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which one to wear?

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The faculty lounge

This is Mrs. Eulalia White.  She teaches Pre-Calculus....and post hangover. 

Here's Mrs. Thomasina Harris.  She teaches Freshman English.  Her husband is vice principal. 

She loves poetry, especially Emily Dickinson's...and Sappho's.

Miss Sarah Jones.  She's our Home Ec. instructor/part time PE teacher.  She reads Harper's Bazaar in the sun. Often

Mrs. Gertude Morris. She teaches French.  Her husband is a homosexual. She is one cocky bitch.

This is Mrs. Anisette Johnson: our English 4 teacher. She loves Shakespeare, Shelley, Shaw... and strapping senior football players who desperately need a D.

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*don't swallow the worm.
(or do)
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controversial questions

The ever wonderful Tom and Lorenzo always ask the hard hitting questions:
 tassle loafers: yea or nay? 
Horrifyingly (?)  they seem to be on the runways.

I say "nay", but honestly some of them are tempting me into a dark place (like these Alexander McQueens)

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