The mum is done. Long live the mum.
What would Mr. Peabody say if Sherman decided to go to PSHS Homecoming with the Queen of Denial? Would Mr. Peabody and Captain Peachfuzz help Sherman unroll Cleopatra from her rug.? Would Sherman double date with Dudley Do-Right and Nell? Can CollageMama trip the watusi and do the frug in the Wayback Machine?
The homecoming mum aesthetic tradition in the Lone Star State (i.e. BigHairistan) makes me want to dress like Natasha and hurl those cannonball bombs willy nilly. This is the ultimate in tacky. It is too tacky for Frostbite Falls.
In civilized places, homecoming mums are just fresh spider mums, not monstrosities with floor-length cowbells! I think I'm breaking out in a satire rash. Get the calomine lotion, Rocky.
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