This past Christmas my cousin and her sister in law joined forces against me. Too much wine had made them brave and strangely keen and they orchestrated an unsanctioned hunt for my drawings. Finding what they sought, they demanded the soldier's right to booty. My escape routes had been plugged by a chubby baby and a crazy grandmother--both who demanded hugs--and I had no choice but to surrender everything to greasy fingers, stained teeth, and drunken carrion calls.
Shannon selected a Green Fairy: "She looks like me!" (Give a person a choice and they will always pick the one that "Looks like me!"). But of course, this wasn't enough:
"Jess, I'm taking this one, but I also want another. Better. Bigger. More details. More sparklies."
"Shannon, I think one is quite enough."
"And I want it before my Florida trip."
"Hey, did you hear me?"
"And I want it to look even more like me."
2 comments:
Fucking Shannon.
Now if you could only do an idealized drunken Johnny, dancing to techno. You know, with sparklies.
The drunk-bubbles are hilarious. I can't believe she actually thought she looked like the hot green fairy.
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