Are you like me? Do you spend your nights wrapped in a blanket on the couch, when suddenly there’s a knock at the door or the phone rings and you realize, oh crap, I’m wrapped in so many blankets that I can’t move even the slightest, so you lay there paralyzed, a prisoner of cottony fabric, probably to die of starvation, unloved and unwanted in your own house?
Well, if that is the case, how exactly are you using the computer right now? But never mind. I’ll see if I can call someone to come help you, but first, watch this video.
A couple of thoughts on this. First thought is this:
Okay, second thought. It seems that we, as a society, are getting closer and closer to that idealistic reality where the line between blankets and clothing is forever erased. If you can think of a better way of living out the rest of your life than with blanket clothing, I’d like to hear what it is. Near as I can tell, it’s the greatest idea since sliced bread pants.
It’s all happening just as the prophet Mitch Hedberg foretold. Next to happen: koala bear infestations of everyone’s houses. Then cinnamon roll incense. And then horrible, bloody, screaming death. You heard it here first.
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