It’s like 30 degrees Celsius outside! And you know what all this hot weather means? Summer time and garage sale season kicking into gear!
Now I don’t hit the garage sales the way I used to. That’s because for one, I live in the city. Most of the garage sales here are less garage sale and more sweaty crackhead shaking beside a blanket containing a selection of unpawnable/ broken items and DVDs that used to belong to my neighbors.
The cordless drill? Oh yea it works just fine. But you see it can’t be crushed up and injected or smoked so I really have no use for it. Five dollars!!
And secondly, thanks to E-bay and Craigslist garage sales are going the way of Vallue Village. You just can’t find all the great things you used to.
Things like:
Those gold plastic weights.
The only thing these weights are good for now is weighing down the body of someone you killed or killing your lawn a month after you put them on your curb with a sign saying free. But there was a time when the suburban failed Adonis thought he could actually get money for them. They were often coupled with the chest expander.
Bonus if it was a really hairy guy selling it and there were hairs in the springs
And grip strengtheners.
Bonus if they were the gold executive model that wannabe 80s power suits kept on their desk for intimidation.
Archery sets.
When I was a kid every other garage sale had one of these up for grabs. I got a great one with a huge hunting bow, a quiver full of arrows and a homemade target on wheels for something like $15. I drew pictures of people I didn’t like and taped them to the front of the target. This was a big step up from throwing darts at the nipples of the topless Samantha Fox poster I won at the Appleby Mall fair.
f Samantha Fox could sing half as good as she could grow tits, she’d be top of the charts. – Some old copy of Viz Magazine.
Old Playboy & Penthouse magazines
Look at the article topics. Was anyone really that dedicated to being a scum bag?
It always amazed me how many of these fat truck drivers and bearded bikers were selling their old scud magazines at their garage sales. These men had no shame.
Ohhh, yep. Had a lot of good times masturbating to those… a LOT of gooood times. Hate to see ‘em go. 75 cents each or 3 for $2. 50 cents for the ones missing centerfolds.
Power Wheels
Look at the little girl acting just like her dumb bitch trophy wife mom. Kids, they’re like little people.
I used to see these at garage sales all the time. Rich parents would buy them for their kids not realizing that the rechargeable battery only had like 20 minutes of juice. I don’t know how many times I saw some frazzled dad dragging a Power Wheels back from the park with his shrieking kid under one arm. I was never allowed to get one at the garage sales because my dad had also seen those dads and because the dumb rich parents always wanted too much for it.
10 Cents?! I paid over $800 for that piece of shit!!!
Partially painted D&D miniatures.
Usually being sold by a guy like this.
Who had maybe grown up and found better things to do wit his weekend.
I remember purchasing a few to accentuate my growing army man collection. If the 101st thought the battle of the bulge was tough, wait till they find out Hitler has acquired two Orcs and a giant spider!
Pantyhose dolls.
I’m not really sure what the deal was with these things but there were lots of them at garage sales. Maybe the old women in my neighborhood couldn’t bear to part with their used pantyhose after having to ration them so much during World War II. (Did you know that women used to rub gravy on their legs to make it look like they were wearing nylons back then?) Who knows for sure? I bought a pantyhose doll at a garage sale and it was a little old man with a long grey beard and when you lifted the beard it had a dick and balls under it! I can’t believe those never caught on. Another pantyhose based item you got a lot of was jars full of little asses called Pickled Bums.
Something that I’m sure exists for real at the Chinese Wal-Mart.
Toys that would be worth a lot now if someone didn’t fuck them all up.
You know what I’m talking about. You pull up to the garage sale in the back of your parents car and you see that AT- AT Walker on the table but when you run out of the car to buy it, it’s all messed up, missing all the parts and full of dirt.
Or the Smash-Up Derby cars that some kid’s anal-retentive mom pain stakingly glued all the pieces together so they don’t smash up any more.
The kid across the street from me’s mom actually did this
Don't forget the Cabbage Patch Doll Naked and covered in pen.
My Cabbage Patch doll was called Ralph Damien until I sent in the name change papers and had it legally changed to Thrash Damien. I always thought that Xavier Roberts signature on the doll’s ass would make a good tattoo for some 80s obsessed girl to get (or a girl that looked like a Cabbage Patch Kid).
And low and behold someone has gone and done it.
Good for you. Good luck explaining that to your grandchildren.
Good for you. Good luck explaining that to your grandchildren.
Well you see kids… there were these dolls… and 15 years later Granny got really drunk and…
you know what, never mind. Why would Granny be showing the kids her ass in the first place?
And finally the box of miscellaneous G.I. Joe parts (For those faint of heart avert your eyes).
Yes those flimsy cardboard mass graves that contained the corpses of so many fallen Joes. Twisted and tortured by some sadistic child until their legs wobbled and their rubber torso bands snapped. The final eulogy engraved in magic marker on their tombstone:
Whole Box $1.
I morn them and curse their tormentors but not without my own feelings of guilt. For the last time I saw my Duke Howzer figure he was sailing over Appleby creek attached to 4 bottle rockets. His body will never be found.
Yo…..
Joe.
Yeah garage sales may not be what they used to be but what is these days? I still get excited on a Saturday morning when I see that sign.
And you can still manage to find something good from time to time.
So come on all you human vultures. Strap your fanny packs on and get hunting.
P.S. A special mention has to go to some of the people that make garage sales great. They are as follows.
The woman who says, Oh you just take it for free, it’s yours. when she sees a kid’s meager handful of change.
The man who says, If you want him, make me an offer. when his dog greets people at his garage sale. He will say this 76 times in one morning.
The kid who snatches toys out of peoples’ hands and screams That's not for sale! then runs into his room with it. He will do this 26 times in one morning.
The crazy couple that show up to an 8am garage sale at 6 am.
The even crazier couple that rope off their garage sale so that no one can visit it until their start time of 9am
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