Tuesday, October 11, 2011

We Will Eat Your Bags.

image: The Sartorialist


M: What is in that box? Her feather collection? One artfully tousled sweater? A cotton ball?

A: One very tiny wine glass.

M: Oh wait, did the SHobbit hire an all moddle moving company?

A: He probably makes his assistants do his moving - one tiny wine glass and 20 pairs of short pants.

M: And the pulleys!!1! Don't forget the pulleys.

A: Ew, shut up about the pulleys.

M: He probably needs a special trampoline. Oh my god, why can't I stop talking about this?

A: And a safety harness! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME.

M: I think we might have a virus. It's possible this is how Contagion starts.

A: I'm pretty sure Contagion didn't start because two people talked about the SHobbit's sexual habits. *sneeze*

M: There can be no other explanation. *sniffle*

A: I don't feel so good.

M: I am...so cold. Why am I wearing a midriff-baring top? And sheer pants?

A: What are you? I'm BURNING UP.

M: I feel nothing.

A:

M: 

A: Are we zombies now or is that a different movie?

M: BRAAAAAAAINS! Scratch that, BAAAAAAAGS!

A: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGSSSSSSSSS!

2 comments:

  1. My guess for the contents of the box is either:

    One single cotton ball.

    or

    some fresh Parisian air "curated" for Garance as a part of her anti-sturdy-legs-even-though-nyc-food-and-air-make-you-fat-according-to-her-and-shobbit diet.

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  2. Maybe everybody else finally got sick of him and stuff him in the box. I mean, there are air holes at the bottom (though I'm not sure I'd have given him any).

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