Torture and Humiliation
Want to really punish me? Make me go into a store and have to do this:
Then, while she watched me, I had to reach into Barry's crotch area and grab a CD.
I feel dirty.
Miss Syl (to CD shop hipster): I'm sorry, can you please tell me where I can find Barry Manilow CDs? I can't find where they are.
RSH (pretending she isn't laughing at me when clearly she is): Oh, sure! Do you want his latest CD?
Miss Syl: Uh, yeah.
RSH: Well, you can get it from the Barry that's standing right behind you.
Miss Syl (turning around to find a life-sized Barry Manilow cut out with an indentation inside his body to hold the CDs): Thanks.
RSH: No problem.
Then, while she watched me, I had to reach into Barry's crotch area and grab a CD.
I feel dirty.
posted by Miss Syl at 7:52 PM
4 Comments:
You really are a dirty girl. Reaching for a Barry Manilow CD would make me do a full-body heave.
You'd better take stock in some heavy-dut disinfectant. Or some tomato juice. Because that Barry Manilow stench will hang around you forever!
I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you over "Daybreak."
I *swear* I was strongarmed by love into buying this for someone.
Although it does have a kinda retro kitschness that, if you were ballsy enough to withstand the social ostracization, would almost be cool.
Oh my God, I'm being indoctrinated...Save me!
Only the fact that you said 'crotch' makes this all ok.
Karl: Any time I need to combine "crotch" and "Manilow" in my mind for any length of time is very, very NOT okay.
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