this sound familiar to any of y’all?:
so, you go to Target w/ your spouse/partner/lady friend/whatever, right? you walk in together, of course, & she stops at the lil corner section w/ the 99¢ stuff that is housed right at the entrance (this habit is a guaranteed lock for her—never know when there’s gonna be something cute!). no sooner had she stopped at Target’s junk sanctuary when you think you might’ve heard your name being called off in the distance… but who can say for certain because you’re legit already halfway across the store, casually tearing down the aisles in a beeline for the toy section like a goddamn majestic retail stallion. asking for a friend of course.
totally unrelated:
the ML sections at 2/2 local Targets are desiccated wastelands, but still happy w/ some of these pickups today. the two McFarlane DC figs were pure unchecked impulse buys because i don’t give a rats ass about DC for the most part
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(got the set now)
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