This is what is in my bag.
Clockwise from the top:
1. A wooden stake in because vampires. Pretty self explanatory, really.
2. The glass bottle contains one of my chihuahua's (whose name is Chicken) farts because we have a dysfunctional relationship.
3. A wad of Bubble Yum chewed by Thom Yorke in 2006.
4. A little baggie containing a synthetic snake scale. I'm sure it has a serial number on it but I just never have gotten around to stopping by to talk to that weird snake guy. He creeps me out.
5. A blank cassette because I might need it--obviously.
Last but not least, in the center is a case containing contacts that give me the ability to shoot laser beams out of my eyeballs.
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