Rabbits and porn
Wow. I forget how much fun it is to move. So much. So, so much.
I'm moving in a few weeks, but I'm out of town for most of the time between now and then, so everything is getting packed up now. The good thing about moving is that it makes you reevaluate stuff. And by stuff, I mean useless shit. And by reevaluate, I mean throw it away.
I did find some childhood items that I had kind of forgotten about. Only my sister will appreciate this, but I had a doll when I was a kid that might now be the uglies doll ever. When I was three or so, I decided she needed to have her hair cut and washed. So I chopped it off pretty short (super attractive) and then the washing portion for some reason matted it all up and made it stick straight up. I also broke one of her eyes in the process, so she has this crazy eye. Since I'm not superficial, I still loved this doll and took her everywhere.
The best part is, creative Little Ace named the doll Rabbit. Which is great fun, since those who know me are also aware of my intense fear of rabbits and all things hoppy.
So I was labelling boxes last night. Most of them were normal: DVDs, books, misc. kitchen, Elvis shrine, towels, sheets, etc. And then it occurred to me that I should just label a box "Porn." Just to see what my moving-assistant friends would do. Do you think they'd open it? Or just get awkward around me?
Like I'd ever be open about where I put my pron. People would steal it.
And by porn, I really mean books on Elvis. Because they're my porn.
Anyways, I'm cleaning out a lot of stuff, so if anyone has any desire for bad 80s movies on VHS, tacky Christmas dinnerware, or mismatched oven mitts, please to be calling me.
I'm moving in a few weeks, but I'm out of town for most of the time between now and then, so everything is getting packed up now. The good thing about moving is that it makes you reevaluate stuff. And by stuff, I mean useless shit. And by reevaluate, I mean throw it away.
I did find some childhood items that I had kind of forgotten about. Only my sister will appreciate this, but I had a doll when I was a kid that might now be the uglies doll ever. When I was three or so, I decided she needed to have her hair cut and washed. So I chopped it off pretty short (super attractive) and then the washing portion for some reason matted it all up and made it stick straight up. I also broke one of her eyes in the process, so she has this crazy eye. Since I'm not superficial, I still loved this doll and took her everywhere.
The best part is, creative Little Ace named the doll Rabbit. Which is great fun, since those who know me are also aware of my intense fear of rabbits and all things hoppy.
So I was labelling boxes last night. Most of them were normal: DVDs, books, misc. kitchen, Elvis shrine, towels, sheets, etc. And then it occurred to me that I should just label a box "Porn." Just to see what my moving-assistant friends would do. Do you think they'd open it? Or just get awkward around me?
Like I'd ever be open about where I put my pron. People would steal it.
And by porn, I really mean books on Elvis. Because they're my porn.
Anyways, I'm cleaning out a lot of stuff, so if anyone has any desire for bad 80s movies on VHS, tacky Christmas dinnerware, or mismatched oven mitts, please to be calling me.
posted by Ace | 10:26 AM
1 Comments:
I think you should have labelled the box "rabbit and porn" because that really would have intrigued your movers, or even just "rabbit porn" would have worked.
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