"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
Post by thinkofthesoldiers on Feb 27, 2013 21:28:26 GMT -5
"Oh were you crafting with your kids last night and got glitter in your hair?" "No, I went to Betty's wedding 6 months ago and can't get the shit out."
Post by imojoebunny on Feb 27, 2013 21:30:53 GMT -5
Glitter is hell in a physical form. I am sure the wedding guest would love having that in their hair, car, dress, clothes, bed, shower, ect, for weeks on end. Nothing says love like a gift that leaves a trail.
Post by Ohhmm(bligo) on Feb 27, 2013 21:33:05 GMT -5
As an aside, when working Christmases at Pier 1, I am known for saving up bags of glitter as I open boxes of shit covered in it, and then dumping it on an unsuspecting cw's head. I am an asshole. It is a fucking glitter smoke tornado. Trust me when I agree that THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA.
Also: Pier 1 employees shit glitter for months. I was wearing thick, high socks with sneakers one night and found glitter all over my toes when I took my socks off. Your husband gets mad because he wakes up covered in glitter every morning. You can't blink without seeing stars everywhere from the glitter in your eyelashes. I'm just babbling now. This should surprise no one. I have glitter PTSD.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby