When I was a little Dutch girl, growing up on the flowing golden prairies of New Mexico's gold coast, my mother used to bake the most delicious apple rhubarb tangerine bok choy pies. The smell of those pies filled my youthful soul with a transcendent sense of peace and harmony. Now that feeling of bliss can be yours. Just, not by buying these yechhy Garbage Pail Kritters cards. Instead, maybe try yoga or some other hippie crap like that.
