So Charlie is awfully fond of Christmas lights. All things Christmas, really, but especially the lights. He requested and was granted a string of lights for his room. But now the room looks like a college dorm room all of a sudden, a resemblance lost on him. And I'm all, "Where's your Bob Marley poster and cinder block bookcase?"
I'm all, "Where's your Sociology textbook and Boone's Farm wine bottle candle holder?"
I'm all, "Where's the girl from down the hall hanging out in your room while your roommate gives you dirty looks?"
I'm all, "Where's your Van Gogh poster and Domino's boxes?"
I'm all, "Where's the corkboard bulletin board thing your mom got you that you never use?"
I'm all, "Where's your laundry?"
Oh, there's your laundry.
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I don't know why I laughed so much at this one. Probably because it's funny.
"Where's your Jim Morrison arrested in New Haven poster?"
If it were your daughter's room you could ask, " Where are your Camille Paglia books, Joni Mitchell posters and your "I Love Mr. Darcy" T-shirt?"
exaaaactly, Van Gogh- or was it a Dali poster?
perfect.
Where's your disintegrating script, the lines of which you were supposed to have memorized two days ago? (Am I the only one who has that nightmare?)
where's your honey-bear bong and your beer can pyramid?
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