Dear Internet,
You are often used as an anonymous land where people show
their true selves. We can’t be ourselves in the real world, because the real
world is full of judgment and police. You are a platform to put aside the airs
we give society, and to let out the waistband of shamefulness on our sweatpants
of scorn. For example, many commenters at Youtube reveal that they are
functionally illiterate, while still many others reveal that they are racist
crapweasels. Some anonymous commenters go the extra mile and reveal that they
are functionally illiterate racist crapweasels who deserve a very public
beating.
But not me. I choose to use you, the internet, to reveal what
I secretly want for my birthday. However, I will also accept these presents on
other holidays, such as Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Arbor Day, Flag Day, and
garbage day.
The same rules that apply to Youtube commenters apply to
this blog, though. If you saw a Youtube commenter out on the street and
mentioned, “Hey, I saw that comment you posted on my video with the cute
kittens pawing at yarn. I disagree that Obama is actually an evil Marxist
robot, and I question the authenticity of the lascivious claims you’ve leveled
against my mother,” the commenter will immediately deny he ever said these things.
“Sir, I am an upstanding citizen! I’m a third grade teacher who volunteers at
the animal shelter; I would never slander someone like that!”
If you see me out in the world and mention this blog post to
me, I will start acting bewildered and make my way to incredulous. If that doesn’t work,
I will hurl deflective insults at you. If that still doesn’t work, I
will throw a chair through the nearest window and run away holding my ears and
yelling, “LALALA I CAN’T HEAAAR YOUUUU!” I don’t have a plan for after that,
because that option has never not worked. The best way to give me these presents
would be to break into my apartment while I’m not there and leave them on my
bed. The less interaction the better, because:
I want a Pillow Pet.
But, it’s normal for a grown man to want one of these,
right? RIGHT?...Of course it isn’t, Internet. That’s why you’ve got to keep
this secret for me. But seriously look at this thing and tell me you don’t want
to take a nap on it knowing that every dream you have will take place in
Candyland, and that you’ll be hanging out with the Care Bears.
This turtle whispers words of encouragement in your ear as you sleep
Now look at how stupid and ugly your regular pillow
is, with its stupid, ugly rectangular shape and ugly, stupid striped
pillowcase. The thing doesn’t even have a smile on it. It doesn’t love you!
70% cotton, 100% love
and giggles
I’ve thought about buying one for myself, but then I thought
about how awkward checking out at Wal-Mart would be.
Me: “THIS IS FOR MY SISTER!”
Cashier: “Um, that’s nice, sir. Would you li-“
Me: “SHE’S SEVEN!”
Cashier: “Sir, you really don’t have to yell. You are scaring
the cust-“
Me: “LADYBUGS!”
Cashier: “I’m sorry, sir. Ladybugs? What does that have to
do with anyth-“
Me: “SHE LOVES LADYBUGS! MY SISTER! THE ONE THAT THIS PILLOW
PET IS FOR!”
“SHE ALSO LOVES GIRAFFES AND PLATYPUSES! SHUT UP AND
CHECK ME OUT!”
Cashier: “That’s wonderful, sir, but I’m going to have to
ask you to stop yelling. There are other people in line.”
Me: “I’M SORRY IT’S JUST THAT I GET NERVOUS BUYING SOMETHING
AS RIDICULOUS AS THIS FOR MYSE-“
*Our eyes meet. Wal-mart falls silent*
Me (quietly):……”sister. I meant ‘for my sister.’”
*I break down crying as security guards take me away*
And even if I did buy myself a Pillow Pet without having to
register my address with the state, I’d have to hide it when guests come over.
Which begs the question, “How many Pillow Pets do I actually own that people
don’t know about yet?”
You’d be surprised at
how many of these you can fit into a crawlspace
So now you see why I can only talk about this anonymously. Thanks for listening, Internet. You're always there for me.
Anonymously yours,
Nathan
Great un-post Nathan!!! I laughed through out!
ReplyDeleteYou are so funny. Just buy one! Real men use pillow pets!
ReplyDeleteI dont even have a pillow pet! I'm much cooler: I have a teddy bear that looks like a disco ball that counts down to 2000! My boyfriend won it for me at the county fair last year!:-)Party like it's 1999!
ReplyDelete~Erin Marbut