I don't think I deserve to be called an adult when I buy shit like this.

Firstly, check out the cats playing a game of "who can take up the most space on the beanbag"

Secondly, what happens to my brain when I enter Cosmic Corner with the knowledge I have money in my bank account?

Why must they have such an excellent range of badges?

I swear, when I enter that store, I completely lose my shit. It's just jam-packed with the most amazing bunch of THINGS.
Among my purchases was this jumper, which was hand-made in Outer Mongolia or some shit, and the thing that made me want it the most is it had a pointed hood.

Here I am, wearing said jumper (note my COMEDY-SIZED HOOP EARRINGS. Small children could swing on those fucking things.)

Those bears would totally make out, but the zip kind of cock-blocks them.

Is it nice? Yes.

Does the pointed hood justify me paying $130 for it? Er, not quite.