I really don't know shit about Ames stores. I guess it was some dumb and boring retailer out in the dumb and boring the most boring parts of America, that sold trivial and useless shit to retarded folks stupid enough to spend their money in an Ames store. If this has offended you, and if you care greatly about the way I've mischaracterized the Ames brand, then you are probably dumb and boring, much like the aforementioned store. Fortunately, today's website is a hangout especially made for dimwits fond for Ames.
Found behind the Winsted, CT Ames, and smuggled to shopping cart safe haven, my backyard.
My first impression upon hearing the URL for this website was that someone misspelled animefanclub.com, and the webmaster decided he couldn't just waste the 10 year domain registration. Sadly, that isn't the case - especially when you realize he also owns the domains for amesrules.com & amesstores.net. This page becomes more and more depressing, the more you read into it. You can't just dismiss it as some quirky, "Remember When" kitsch repository, for it chronicles & archives every single pointless detail of some archaic large scale commercial enterprise. And this guy is determined to follow through on his passion for Ames - he's taking time off work for road trips to look at stores. You want Ames training videos? High resolution photos of long since abandoned retail stores with vacant parking lots? An active message board of tragic souls, wistful for a better Ames time? Welcome to your new broken home.
older, depressed retail chain seeks to make club
This website is a case study on what happens when the great dreams of good men die. Rest in peace, whatever lay buried underneath this tribute to a commercial retail failure.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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