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The rubber taco is in my pocket.



…was a-pretty a-sweet!

Why? Because it had painted baby doll heads on one of the walls…

Painted baby doll heads...

…from floor to ceiling!

...from floor to ceiling!

It also had an enormous, vintage medical eye chart hanging up.

Creepy medical eye charts!

But the best part? Snake Eyes. With a sword. On a horse.

And Snake Eyes on a stallion, ready to charge into battle!

I fit right in,


Old Poop!