An Open Letter to the Moth That Got Into My Closet and Chewed Itty-Bitty Holes into My Favorite Pair of Pants
Dear Moth:
Not cool, dude. Not. Cool.
Yours truly,
Owner of Pants
P.S. What other things do you hate? Cuz I’m certainly not using those stinky moth balls to get rid of you so you can forget that. I refuse to let my clothes smell like those of an octogenarian. Shall I toss a Nickelback CD in there at you? Just kidding. I would never buy a Nickelback CD.
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1 comment:
My bad! They were so yummy though, them pants. I don't know how you walk around in them all the time without eating a bit of them for a snack every now and again.
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