Yeah, kinda like that except the one I usually go to is held in a train station parking lot. If you've ever been to a flea market, or have ever seen Storage Wars or the like, you know that even the most insignificant crap that you see on the table could hold value. I had nothing to do, so I noticed that it was a nice day and that I was hungover. Let's do it.
Sentimental value isn't worth a lot of money, but to the right person an entire stack of Englebert Humperdinck vinyls could be worth at least ten dollars. Seriously, who keeps Englebert Humperdinck's entire discography on display for the whole world to gawk at? Even better: I found a few Barry Manilow albums underneath that, making it the Blandest Pile in America. I've yet to see any challengers to that claim.
Your baby sacrifice appeases the Pig God of Overalls.
Nothing says "trains" like a Fall Guy lunchbox. What a childhood this kid must've had. Pac-Man lunches from Monday through Thursday, but oh, look out, he's rocking The Fall Guy on Friday! He was the cool kid at the table that day.
Man I love looking at buttons from presidential campaigns that went nowhere. But sometimes I feel like Principal Skinner while looking at all this partisanism: where are the neutral ones like "may the better man win," "Let's have a good clean election," that sorta thing?
Well, this one has spoons and war medals. I bet they were Obama's.
Oh old-timey advertsing, what were you thinking? Also, I have a strange urge to vote for Hubert H. Humphrey in November.
Oh fuck yes, the Technodrome! The guy was willing to part with it for $15. Fifteen Dollars for a childhood memory I never had was just too good to pass up...but I ultimately passed it up because I have nowhere to put it in my house to collect dust.
And for another "Fuck yes," someone was selling a crossbow. You know, with archers being all the rage this year thanks to Hawkeye, Merida from Brave, and Whatsherface from The Hunger Games, some little girl (I'm hoping it's a girl) walked away with it that day and immediately put her eye out. I love childhood.
And speaking of childhood, here's a doll straight up Rev. Backitonup13's alley. Actually, I think it used to be hers.
Finally, this picture of a kickass poster of The Banana Splits was not taken at the flea market. Rather, this is hanging up in my very room. Sure, it was $20 that I could've haggled down but hey, hangovers tend to cloud your judgment. Bastard even gave me the "some guy was looking at it earlier" spiel. But I don't give a fuck, it's a poster of The Banana Splits and its mine now!
So that's what I did a few weeks ago. Stay tuned for more current events stuff soon! Summer's coming!
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