That’s right, whenever I’m in a mall or on the street, and I see that stupid store with its stupid sign boasting the same stupid deal, I go in to take a look and I walk out with no less than 10 items. Hells yeah, I got a talking Sponge Bob doll for 50 cents, then turned around and sold it at a garage sale in mint condition for a cool four bucks. I got rollerskates… rollerskates. Even though they’re a size too small and have remained in the dark recesses of my closet for the last 2 years, who cares? They were 50 cents, and if my feet ever shrink, it will be SO worth it. So maybe I don’t have a use for a bulletin board with felt bananas and a monkey attached to it. Maybe I don’t need an orange jewel-encrusted mini-stapler. Maybe I don’t need a pen with a fuzzy soccer ball on top of it, arm-warmers with flames on them, studded leather wristbands, happy bunny magnet clips, or sparkly picture frames. But hey, it’s 5 bucks. You spend that much on parking, but instead you could be buying 10 things. TEN. Do the math, people.
Everyone should always buy 10 things for 5 bucks at Claire’s!!