I’m not sure at what point in the aging process you start receiving old people catalogues. The kind that feature cat sweaters and padded toilet seats.

My grandmother, bless her, gave me one such catalog because…?? I have no idea. Perhaps deep down she knows it’ll be delightful fodder for this blog. If so, Gigi, I thank you.

Prepare to be delighted at the incredible bounty of crap housed within this 68-page Smithsonian of uselessness!

How many times have you went to pee and thought, “Yeah but where are the sea horses?”

this phrase is – Repeated – through the catalog

 

Et tu, Toot-ti?
Let’s be honest; it’s not really about fishing or dogs at all, is it Rob?
For the alcoholic Alzheimer patient who has everything
Ok fine I kind of want this
Because they may take your life, but they will never take your soggy ass home from the beach if you keep getting sand on their friggin’ car seats.
 

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