WTF Moment #491

Blah weekend. Knitted some crap. Drew some other crap. Yelled at the cat, but that happens every damn weekend. Every damn day actually.

I found this WTF classified ad in the Stinktown Disgrace a few months back and found it stuck in a book I was flipping through. Seems to me somebody's been feeling a wee bit guilty for hanging on to somebody else's crap for the past 20 years.

Feh.

I'm kinda regretting leaving off the phone number since this dink kinda deserves a couple hundred phone calls from people who've lost keyrings in the 80's. I know I've lost several so how about you?