I was going to say: Because Christians have keys, too. But, Sally, these are from Urban Outfitters, which suggests something—though I’m not quite sure what.
Urban Outfitters is sort of Yuppie Hipsterdom, right? Like Pottery Barn: a chain store of hip stuff for the less-than-truly hip who still want to think of themselves as hip.
So what’s the irony quotient here? High? Low?
Help me out here, Sally.
[Rating: 27 out of 100]
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