I'm an episode of Hoarders waiting to happen. Every time I come across something so breathtakingly beautiful I have to pause, shed a single tear, and reach for my wallet. Most of the time the object in question is complete garbage. Above are four greeting cards that jesus himself revealed to me in little portugal in a convenience store/religious kitsch paradise. Im not sure if jesus approves of the salacious content, but I'm sure his intention was that I take them off his hands. You're welcome Buddy.