A story for
dasmarzipan
Dec. 18th, 2006 07:56 pmSo Emm and I are walking through World Market down the street (and I'm quite surprised that the place is buzzin' with people), looking for some beer and another bottle of Vampire wine, when suddenly I hear:
"Oh my God, it's CHEESE!!! Look!! It's CHEESE!!!"
Both Emm and I turn around and find not only a mother but her daughter and son all going asquee and gawking at me--or rather, the "I like Choklit Milk!" Cheese shirt you gave me, and proceed to ply me with questions as to where they can buy said shirt.
As far as we knew, the shirt is limited so they were a bit sad that they couldn't buy it, but the effect itself was rather amusing...it was like saying "never mind the guy wearing it...it's CHEESE!" :p
Thought you'd enjoy that... :)
"Oh my God, it's CHEESE!!! Look!! It's CHEESE!!!"
Both Emm and I turn around and find not only a mother but her daughter and son all going asquee and gawking at me--or rather, the "I like Choklit Milk!" Cheese shirt you gave me, and proceed to ply me with questions as to where they can buy said shirt.
As far as we knew, the shirt is limited so they were a bit sad that they couldn't buy it, but the effect itself was rather amusing...it was like saying "never mind the guy wearing it...it's CHEESE!" :p
Thought you'd enjoy that... :)
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Date: 2006-12-19 04:23 am (UTC)Seriously, I do that with my cousin's son all over town when he visits. Natural history museum? "I LIKE CHOKLIT MILK." Art museum? "CHOKLIT MILK!" Chik-fil-a? "CHOKLIT MIIIIILK." That and legos are all we bond over. Don't you love complex relationships like that?
My point is, we so would have been the people following you around talking about Cheese.