The dubious and absurd side of thrift store shopping.
Because nothing says classy like moldy peeling cacti.
Methinks the perfect place for these would be in the fire pit on campfire night. (A weekly ritual in our neighborhood. Campfire night, that is. Not nasty cacti.)
Oh come on, put up the moldy cacti on a stick.We enjoy all levels of yard art being good or bad but we prefer bad.
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