The backstory: T and I occasionally enjoy checking out garage sales and swap meets. Though we’ve never found anything of real value, we do bemoan “the one that got away", a rotating list of the ridiculous things people try to sell. Most notably, we regret our that giant bag of clown doll heads that we failed to snap up at a garage sale in Pennsylvania last year. This weekend, my town had a town-wide garage sale. That’s a lot of junk to check out and in one driveway we found a collection of glass specimen jars. I was horrified but T could immediately see their value.
T: Is your parole officer hassling you about urine samples? Good news…..with these jars you can collect your urine when it’s convenient for you!