A: MARIANNE. LOOK WHAT A READER JUST SENT US:
M: Cancel Christmas and call off my birthday, because this picture is all I need in life.
A: I KNOW RIGHT.
M: I am dying over her outfit, too.
A: She is gorgeous. We're gonna have such fun with this.
M: He's so wee! Such a tiny little silly man!
A: I just keep looking at this photo and laughing. You know he's trying to fire someone somewhere because of it.
M: Looks like he's going to be hiring again!
A: Oh, maybe this is our chance FINALLY!
M: But I am not a moddle!
A: And you are kind of tall.
M: I'd never make it past the first cut. The laughing and pointing wouldn't help.
A: If the SHobbit laughed at you I would END HIM.
M: No, I meant me laughing. And pointing. And calling him SHobbit.
A: That is no way to get a job, Marianne.
M: He's so WEE!
A: What is that vest he's wearing? What. Is. That.
M: So puffy! I'm trying to get a closer look at his camera.
A: It's the only one that fits in his hands, Marianne. Not his fault.
M: His hand looks strained. Perhaps he should go with something more like this?
A: At least it looks professional. HE IS A PROFESSIONAL. A TEENY TINY PROFESSIONAL.
M: A licensed member of The Lollipop Guild!
A: Oh burn.
M: I am going to keep it up with these jokes until he puts handsome men on his blog for us.
A: It's been a while, hasn't it? I mean, really?
M: THIS MEANS WAR.
A: IT WAS AN EXAMPLE. ALSO, HE IS YOUR BOYFRIEND.
M: I mean war against the SHobbit, but I can war at you, too.
A: No, no. Lets focus on the little man, please.
M: Don't let him come between us. It's what he WANTS.
A: God, what is his problem?
M: He's probably tired of walking around staring at everyone's butts.
M: And if he thinks THIS is a peace offering, well. It's a valiant effort, but keep them coming.
A: Really, I think he can do better than that.
A: HE OWES US:
M: STOP THAT THIS INSTANT.
source: http://www.thesartorialist.comM: I AM LEAVING.