But did anyone's grandma ever get these catalogs?

This, and Harriet Carter, and that one with the crappy overpriced candy... They were a staple in my grandma's house because she was a retiree and subscribed to Readers' Digest.

Well, I was looking at the catalog on lunch when I saw this:

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Just one page after the singing fucking bird clock and diabetes socks.

Fuck Sake, Grandma! Give me a little warning before you spring that shit on me.

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