Just wanted to go ahead and get this stuck in your head there.
Two weeks ago I spent an afternoon shopping online for a new shower curtain. Most people won’t spend an entire afternoon shopping for a shower curtain, but I absolutely hate shower curtains, and I am particular about the ones I buy. The last shower curtain I bought cost me $80 at, let’s call it the Barn of Pots, and I entirely justify spending that amount on fabric that hangs from my shower. Really, I do.
Which is why when I found a shower curtain I just loved that was priced at $112 plus shipping, I didn’t think it was too outrageous. I mean, it’s a beautiful ruffled shower curtain, 72” square, with reinforced holes for the hooks and an additional backing. It’s even made of better fabric than the other popular ruffled shower curtain you’ve seen at a store that is a word spelled wrong, which is why I did not buy this shower curtain from the store that is a word spelled wrong.
The shower curtain arrived today in this box:
Please note this box is only twice the size of this Pillsbury Holiday Funfetti Frosting (that I used to frost my island-themed cupcakes for my LOST party.) Go into your fridge and pull out your can of frosting and tell me how big it is.
NOW TELL ME HOW YOU CRAM 72” OF RUFFLED FABRIC IN YOUR FROSTING CAN.
Oh you do it so well that when it comes out of the frosting can sized box, it looks like this:
You wad it up, cram it into a frosting can sized box, and you send it to me slip-shod, and you take my $112 plus shipping and roll around on it on your bed, probably finishing off another can of frosting to use as packaging.
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Everything about this makes me sad for our nation, but also makes me laugh pretty hard.
(via fuckyeahlost)
I have the tiki torches lit, my Oceanic boarding pass is printed, and I have a boar roasting in my backyard.
I saw this live and absolutely lost my shit that I no longer have a DVR. No joke: I bought one *the next day*.
