I went to the podiatrist again today and when I got back to my office I walked in to see THIS! It was bad enough to post, in words, the embarrassment that was the spitbag, but to see it staring back at me, at my place of work, was just TOO MUCH! Appalled? Aghast? Horrified? Yes on all three counts. I quickly pulled it down, stuffed it in the filing cabinet (where Mr. Philip, the resident mannequin head, usually lurks) and asked my office-mate, Daniel, for the name of the perpetrator! I assumed it must have been Bray, since he is my most loyal reader on the fifth floor, but no, it was Ritchie! After I complimented Ritchie on his handiwork, I decided that I better get some pictures of the atrocity, so I set it back up and snapped a few for the website.
Reese, are you happy to see a digital rendition of the spitbag? Didn’t think so.
I'm thrilled! Although I was hoping for it to be on your head instead of the transexual Mr. Phil...
Yeah, Mr Philip is disturbing...especially with the baby blue mascara.
I posed this question to Jake earlier and now I would like to get your opinions. If we brought Mr Philip to Hawaii and put him in our suitcase do you think they would detain us for being in posession of what looks like a human head to them?
Just a little something to think about.
My only question is WHY?!?!?! would you want him to go? Can you guys only "do it" if he's watching?
Poor Mr Philip just missed out on a trip to Hawaii. A guy that pale really needs to get out more.
Next stop: London!