The Worst Things For Sale

If you loved the Beer Buckle, you’ll love The Wine Lanyard. Strap your wine around your neck like a real ‘Merican! The black nylon will match your fanny pack.

You’d think that this roll of institutional toilet-paper would cost fifty cents at most, being the type of TP you’d find in a public restroom. But, no, it’s offered by three sellers whose prices run from $91.47 to $96.54.  I’m not a TP connoisseur, so maybe I just don’t appreciate treating my used-food dispensary this well.  
 

These macadamia nuts are flavored like Spam. Both macadamia nuts and Spam are local delicacies in Hawaii. The customer reviews are all great, though. Maybe it’s me who’s missing out on this horrifying delicacy.

How do you know if someone eats kale? Don’t worry, they’ll tell you.
 

These $34 blocks of salt are supposed to help you “detoxify” your body, when you put your feet on them. How do they do this? Well, first of all it’s definitely not a scam, and second, crystals.

This hoodie says “Dumpster Diving Is My Passion, Sex Is My Hobby.” And why not? After all, dumpster diving and sex go together like peanut butter and a box of used syringes.

You might have questions, looking at this book cover, such as “why is the football so big” and “doesn’t the title imply that the football is breaking gender taboos?” Let me bypass those questions and share with you an excerpt from this fine work of literature.

Entering were her friends Eileen (black shemale), Carl (sub male), and Beth (half-Asian, half-Black shemale). Jason got up and greeted everyone as Monica made the introductions. They brought with them a new pizza, 2 cases of beer, vodka, rum, and a couple of two liters of soda.

There’s more to read in the “Look Inside”, which, of course, I suggest you do.