Made a little car hanger today!
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Punjabi Sikh Wooden Khanda Stunning Pendant Evil Protection Car HANGER AAA Gift
Punjabi Sikh Wooden Khanda Stunning Pendant Evil Protection Car HANGER AAA Gift - Brilliant Finish
Design AAA
These wooden pendants are thought to protection from evil eye and gives stunning look to car Rear Mirror. Colour of hanging thread may vary - subject to availability.
Hand Crafted wood.
Khanda Size 8.2cm x 8.2cm
Thickness is 4.5mm
Colour of Tassel/hanging thread may vary (Gold, Black or Brown) subject to availability.
Free Royal Economy Mail Postage in UK.
Postage discounts for multi-buys.
Any questions please do not hesitate to contact us.
Brand: OnlineSikhStore
Theme: Religious
Metal: Wood
Length (inches): 20 cm
Style: Necklace & Pendant
Material: Wood
Country/Region of Manufacture: India
Main Colour: Wood - Brown
EAN: 6440526845848
https://www.etsy.com/listing/895697608/punjabi-sikh-wooden-khanda-stunning
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So, apparently talking to @endweapon last night caused me to have a really strange dream which involved Weiss working as my pharmacist and refusing to hand over medication I desperately needed because he thought watching me cry and beg for it was hilarious... Which... Does sound like something Weiss would do...
My brain... She is sick...
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Shaheed Baba Deep Singh Car Mirror HANGER Punjabi Sikh Kaur Wooden Pendant GG1
Shaheed Baba Deep Singh Car Mirror HANGER Punjabi Sikh Kaur Wooden Pendant Gift - Brilliant Finish
Double sided pendant
Wood Colour is Black
Material - Natural Wood
Design - GG1
Hand Crafted wood.
Rectangle Shape Khanda Pendant Size approx. 10.6cm x 7.1cm
Thickness is approx 7.2mm
Colour of Tassel/hanging thread may vary (Gold, Black or Brown) subject to availability.
We are UK based supplier. Items can be collected from our shop in Rochester, Kent, UK.
Postage discounts for multi-buys.
Any questions please do not hesitate to contact us.
https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/Shaheed-Baba-Deep-Singh-Car-Mirror-HANGER-Punjabi-Sikh-Kaur-Wooden-Pendant-GG1-/285340244852
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please allow me to describe this fuck of a situation. my mom & i are cleaning out our "storage unit" so we can have a "black friday" "yard sale" out of it. we have two or three giant tubs worth of hangers. once you become a boring adult you realize that hangers, like cardboard boxes, come in tiers, and these are Extremely Nice Hangers. we don't need them but we don't want to trash them (and also we can't have anywhere to throw all that away except the dump) so we decided to donate them to the hospice store.
being that secondhanded businesses are likely to get inundated with hangers they don't need (see: exhibit a: us) when the employee came out i asked her if they were ok with taking hangers. said she, enthusiastically: yeah, we can always use hangers! we just can't take the wire ones. and we (my aunt and i, thank GOD my mother wasn't there) were like, ok. fair enough. so we begin SORTING THE HANGERS. which we had hoped to avoid doing - we wanted to drop them off and let the employees sort them! but maybe that would've been a dick move, so, ok, we'll do it. this girl brings us a basket and everything and says we can take as much time as we need even though we're in the spot where people are supposed to only park for a sec to donate shit. she is SUPER nice.
we stand there sorting hangers for almost 20 minutes of our lives that we will never get back before The Manager makes her appearance.
my mom has had dealings with The Manager in the past, which is part of the reason she wasn't here. a long time ago my mom (an avid collector of lighthouses) saw a lighthouse clock she really loved that only had half a price sticker. she took it to the register to ask how much, and The Manager told her all items had to be taken back to the back to be priced before they could be sold, even though this one clearly had been already. so my mom was like, ok, fine. i'll come back tomorrow and buy it then. she came back every day for a week asking about the clock, only to be snippily told it was still being priced. finally one of the employees took pity on her and informed her that the manager had taken the clock home that very day and my mother would never get her hands on it, and my mom vowed to never buy or donate anything there ever again. until: we had a bunch of hangers and its literally the only secondhand store in our entire town.
so the Manager tells us that they do not take hangers at all whatsoever. after we have gotten them halfway sorted and organized and packed neatly into this shopping cart. after we have been standing here for 20 minutes WORKING on it. and we're like, but the employee just told us you did. and she's like, yes well she is new. we do not. sorry! and she began "helping" us take the hangers out of the cart and putting them back into the trunk, ruining our careful sorting we had only done at THEIR BEHEST. i was like, we got it, thanks, and she kept doing it, and i was like seriously, we got it, and had we not run out of hangers for her to put her wretched little hands on, had i had to ask her a THIRD TIME, i truly was, despite my anxiety disorder, about to pull a karen on that bitch. if theyre our hangers theyre our hangers so dont TOUCH. our fucking stuff.
anyway now i have a trunk full of hangers with literally nowhere in town to put them (the only other charity store is goodwill, in laurens, and the dump is also in laurens), and wasted 20 minutes of my life so that some SNAKE whose ONLY taste of authority or meaning in her life comes from a secondhand store in a kudzu-covered shithole in south carolina could feel the brief warmth of smug superiority against her cold dead soulless heart. i fucking hate the holidays
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Misfortune
Many years ago, when the local Roman Catholic Churches began consolidating, parishioners had to travel ever farther to attend Mass. My brother was a lifelong Catholic. He would often drive our neighbor and her son to and from Church about ten blocks away. From time to time Anne would also ask for a ride to her and her son’s Doctor’s Appointments or grocery shopping, etc. Anne was a long-time…
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