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This was the Cornish hen that I cooked for Christmas. It just tasted like a regular chicken. I was very disappointed.
This Slinky sits on my desk to this day.
This is a hair clip that I’d wear, only it doesn’t seem to want to hold all my hair.
Holding a kaleidoscope in one hand and taking a picture of the inside with the other, is really hard.
These wire with beads on the ends were attached to my Christmas crackers.
I was trying to make this butterfly hair clip look creepy.
I got some smelly junk from The Body Shop in this box.
This is a Swiss Tech Utili-Key. It’s supposed to have, like, thirty uses, but it’s mostly just good for accidentally cutting yourself with.
Those tiny marshmallows instantly dissolved when the water hit them.
The mint and marshmallow mix of these candy cane Viva Puffs was pretty tasty, but the green dye they used was pretty off-putting.
This can is dented and labelless. It is a scary mystery.
Is there anything more depressing than a cruddy frozen pizza with all the toppings jumbled around?
My grandmother saved every stamp she got in the mail.
Apparently, Pirate cookies are only available in Canada.
I don’t actually love you, internet. I lied.
The chicken may contain kidneys? What if kidneys are my favourite part of the chicken? MUST CONTAIN KIDNEYS!
Great White White Wine is a fortified wine and it’s the worst thing ever. Colloquially it’s know as “Shark Piss”. It’s only sold in the Maritimes. I think that it’s illegal in the rest of the country.
I think all these air bags were used to protect a package of gum.
This graveyard photo was way spookier before Instagram processed it.
Yes, public telephones still exist. Although, I’m not sure if this one is still in service. I should have picked the receiver up and listened for a dial tone.
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