It has been decided that I should come with a medal. So that every girl who conquers me gets some sort of trophy. At the end of the conquest you will approach me, reflecting the full dignity of the ceremony, meaning no furtive glances followed by uncontrollable giggling. You will bow slightly, and I will place the medallion-bearing ribbon over your head and bosom. The award will bear a bronze image of my face, with the inscription, 'MT. BRANDON,' or maybe just 'MOUNT ME.'
"This? Uh, this is just a blouse I picked up at Nordstrom Rack. What? OH, THIS. THIS LITTLE OLD THING is just some medal I got. Didn't realize I still had it on when I left the house. Whadd'ya know. Do you want it? I HAVE SO MANY."
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there are so many ways to read into what you write, brandon. it makes my day interesting to daydream about someone else's life.
-stacia
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