“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hang it up anywhere people can see it,” he says as he traverses the house, trying to find the perfect lighting for his new Space Jam clock.
GOD I love Ohio sales. You wanna know where I found this? At a “barn sale,” where everything was FREE. EVERYTHING WAS FREEEEEEEEE. AND IT WASN’T EVEN JUST ONE BARN; IT WAS THREE BARNS. AND EVERYTHING WAS FREE. I PAID ZERO DOLLARS FOR MY SPACE JAM CLOCK.
I’M RUNNING OUT OF FONT STYLES TO EXPRESS HOW HAPPY I AM ABOUT THIS.
I’ll be sharing more from this sale in the coming weeks (because of course there were a million awesome things), but for now…
Come on and slam. And welcome to the jam*.
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*Or, if you prefer, any number of the Space Jam remixes (yes, this is a thing):
- Ghostslammers
- Let it Slam
- Carry On My Wayward Slam
- We Didn’t Start the Slamming
- My Slam Will Jam On
- Dunk Like an Egyptian
- Slamtris
- Island in the Slam
- Gangjam Slam
- Never Gonna Slam it Up
“Dunk like an Egyptian!?” :::::head desk:::: 😉
I’ve been listening to “Carry On My Wayward Slam” for like three days straight now.