I know at lunch I said I was getting sick of the lobsters
but I had to share these few with you. I saw him and went, "Aw." At least you'd always know which phone was yours. These guys were listening to Crimson and Clover.
Well, just say that you're looking for a cheap way to peice your ears . . . some people have enough holes in their face you might think that they were attacked by an evil-ear-peircing lobster.
It would be awesome to have a lobsterphone, as long as it didn't pinch all the time:
You: "So anyway, we were thinking about going to a movie tonight. Would you like to joiAAAHHHHH!!! $%*&@$!!!" Them: "..." You: "I'm sorry, my phone just pinched my ear really hard."
That lobster phone is almost sitcom worthy. Imagine the Olsen twins with red puffy ears from their pet lobster phones!! Bwa ha ha. The Seavers would figure it out though, and everybody learned a lesson. Mr. Belvedere would finally yoink them from Wesley's grip in faux-British pretension, licking up the juice from their boiled shells. Maybe...those Just the Ten of Us girls would be able to find lobster dates for the phones so they could finally get stodgy Dad to let them out of the cellar...the possibilities, my brilliant Allison friend, are endless...
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ha! imagine walking around talking to yourself holding a lobster to the side of your face!
no fair. I do that all the time.
Well, just say that you're looking for a cheap way to peice your ears . . . some people have enough holes in their face you might think that they were attacked by an evil-ear-peircing lobster.
Oh look, it's Laverna!
It would be awesome to have a lobsterphone, as long as it didn't pinch all the time:
You: "So anyway, we were thinking about going to a movie tonight. Would you like to joiAAAHHHHH!!! $%*&@$!!!"
Them: "..."
You: "I'm sorry, my phone just pinched my ear really hard."
Now that could be embarassing.
That lobster phone is almost sitcom worthy. Imagine the Olsen twins with red puffy ears from their pet lobster phones!! Bwa ha ha. The Seavers would figure it out though, and everybody learned a lesson. Mr. Belvedere would finally yoink them from Wesley's grip in faux-British pretension, licking up the juice from their boiled shells. Maybe...those Just the Ten of Us girls would be able to find lobster dates for the phones so they could finally get stodgy Dad to let them out of the cellar...the possibilities, my brilliant Allison friend, are endless...
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