With nonchalant detachment they await the Breath of Beelzebub. The affect of his glacial expiration will free them of their cellulose constraints whereupon they shall roam the malls and shopping districts of the world, taunting and mocking the fashion-impaired (such as your humble servant) with ruthless efficiency.Suddenly and without warning, they stumble upon Yorkville only to discover, much to their shock and horror, that Le Chateau is not the epitome of fashion and flair. Humbled and despondent with the realization that they had been seduced by the gull of their Frigid Deity they once again congeal, this time as mannequins at a Walmart in Johnson City, Tennessee, aphonically modelling Fruit of the Loom hoodies and sweats.
And so ends our little morality tale...
6 comments:
Are there Cole's Notes to your morality tale?
What's not to get?
Perhaps it's just me.
Nah, it's not you. I'm just being pretentious, overblown and full of myself.
I had a boring pic that and I felt like fooling around with a thesaurus is all.
;-)
Don't be bashful. You went for funny and you got it.
p.s. Mr. Scanner is no more.
Too bad about the scanner. I should have called you earlier.
Easy come easy go. I'm a digitalian now anyways...
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