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Ebay, You Can't Touch This

Time to celebrate ya’ll.



We here at Nine-Seven have received our French Visa. Which means we’re now officially licensed to be snooty and avoid conflict. So you’ll forgive us if this blog takes a downward turn. If not, you can go pound it. Just keep us out of it.

Also, I’m selling shit. All of it. So if you need something, let me know and let me know what its worth to you. Seriously. It’s a liquidation and everything. Must. Go. In particular:

- California King size waveless waterbed with custom headboard (with mirror).
Who are you to judge?
- Blender
- Living room lamp with lava lamp
- Paper shredder
- Ski rack
- Vacuum cleaner

There’s some other stuff too, but I’m too proud to list it here.