You know that scene in Toy Story where the toys break into the bad kid’s room and it’s all hybrid-robo toys that the kid has torn apart and put together all wrong?
That scene creeps me out SO BAD.
Behold, Trophy Baby. Much like a Trophy Wife, he will be the delight of your ego, but feel free to ignore him when no one is taking notice. Put him in a closet, on a shelf, in a bookcase…but know this:
He knows what you did last summer.
Feel free to put vodka in the trophy. People won’t know you’re drunk. They already think you’re a nut job.
Posted by Karen Sugarpants on November 7, 2008 @ 3:57 am
November 7th, 2008 at 2:48 pm
I had a boss who told me he preferred his employees to drink whiskey rather than vodka. He said “That way, I’ll know they’re drunk instead of thinking they’re stupid.” Loved that guy.
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November 8th, 2008 at 1:22 am
Trophy or coffee pot? “Think I’ll head over to the urn for a cup o’ joe” That’ll wake you up in the morning!
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