It's called Goodwill Hunting.
Billy jeans hee hee
Too bad?
Goodwill Hunting.
Because they’re second hand.
That way I always pay less, nevermore
He was Goodwill hunting.
Her: "Looks like someone repaired these shoes." Me: "We're in a thrift shop. Of course they've been re-sold."
She just walked away.
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Dad plugging in a vacuum at Goodwill to see if it works Dad: I think this is a pretty decent vacuum for the price, what do you think? Me: Seems pretty sucky to me.
I guess someone was an organ donor.
He asked the cashier if she knew how much a Greek urns.
Walking out of a Goodwill with a friend of mine, my friend noticed a giant clock in someone's shopping cart at checkout. "That's a big clock over there" "Yeah it is... big time."
He often found old used shoes in thrift stores and re-soled them.
What is the biggest danger during a thrift store fire?
Secondhand smoke.
Thank you. I will gladly accept all the goodwill you wish to impart.
My grandfather was a farmer and he loved getting dressed up every year for the local fair and exhibiting his prize chickens.
For this occasion, my grandmother would spend the entire year searching through thrift shops looking for silly neckties for him to wear, and she loved finding ones with chickens on them.
When he died a couple of years ago, he bequeathed them to me in his will. When my grandmother handed me the bag full of them, my eyes welled with tears and I smiled thinking about my grandfather looking in the mirror and straightening his tie.
Why am I telling you all of this back story? Because the last time I tried to tell this to someone and I didn't give context, they thought it was weird that I was so excited about inheriting my dead grandfather's hen tie collection.
