Two great things
You need to know this. You need to know that, who ever you are right now... Micki is cooler than you. Okay, okay, there is a slim possibility that you may be as cool as Micki. But probably not.
How can I know this?
It's simple logic. For how can you, how can anyone possibly be cooler than the woman who presented me with Pirate Hello Kitty last night. Yes, let that glory sink it. Hello Kitty. Pirate outfit. Parrot. Sword. Jolly Roger.
You see now. It is only by miracle or by presenting me with a Hello Kitty flask, filled with the sweet, sweet blood of innocence that you could hope to surpass the coolness that is Micki.
Peanut butter and chocolate? Ben and Jerry? Sex and sweat? Forget them all. Micki crossed a pirate and Hello Kitty.
My favorite reaction so far has been John's. Watching him swing from loving the pirate, to cringing in horror from the Hello Kitty. The mix of affection and disgust twisting across his features would be gift enough. His logical mind must be near snapping from trying to make sense of the situation. "Oh, a pirate! I love pirates! Oh no, Hello Kitty. I hate Hello Kitty! But oh... pirate... love so much... hello kitty... want to burn...."
I plan on perching the creature on his chest while he sleeps to see his reaction on waking.
I'll post some pictures as soon as I get a chance.
Of Pirate Hello Kitty... not of John's impending madness.
How can I know this?
It's simple logic. For how can you, how can anyone possibly be cooler than the woman who presented me with Pirate Hello Kitty last night. Yes, let that glory sink it. Hello Kitty. Pirate outfit. Parrot. Sword. Jolly Roger.
You see now. It is only by miracle or by presenting me with a Hello Kitty flask, filled with the sweet, sweet blood of innocence that you could hope to surpass the coolness that is Micki.
Peanut butter and chocolate? Ben and Jerry? Sex and sweat? Forget them all. Micki crossed a pirate and Hello Kitty.
My favorite reaction so far has been John's. Watching him swing from loving the pirate, to cringing in horror from the Hello Kitty. The mix of affection and disgust twisting across his features would be gift enough. His logical mind must be near snapping from trying to make sense of the situation. "Oh, a pirate! I love pirates! Oh no, Hello Kitty. I hate Hello Kitty! But oh... pirate... love so much... hello kitty... want to burn...."
I plan on perching the creature on his chest while he sleeps to see his reaction on waking.
I'll post some pictures as soon as I get a chance.
Of Pirate Hello Kitty... not of John's impending madness.