Ahh wonderful… this story is reminiscent of one of my own, which I now recount for your edification.
The year was 2017. I remember so distinctly because I had a celebrity crush on Tilda Swinton and she was at peak sexiness. The way her cool eyes seemed to peer into your soul and undress you, leaving your body completely adrift in her desire still brings me to my knees.
Anyway, I was just about to begin my third session of hypnotic goat yoga, which interestingly took place on a platform in the watery streets of Venice. The smell of urine was barely detectable, and once the hypnosis kicks in you’re not really there so it doesn’t matter. Only this time, I was oddly enraptured by the wrist of another fellow (let’s call him Gustavo) in the class. Low and behold: a Comex. As the facilitator released the goats and began the hypnosis, I could think of nothing else except this fellows watch. The way Gustavo’s wrist hairs encircled the leather band (a Bund strap, actually) and framed the dial was miraculous.
As the class around me was entranced, the goats began their ritual of climbing up on top of everyone’s backs. Some of the female goats were in heat, and I’m surprised that their bleating didn’t break the hypnosis of the participants. As the goats began to fornicate, I perfectly mimicked the voice of the hypnotizer and instructed Gustavo to remove his watch. He did so, but before I could tell him to hand it to me he cast it to the water below. I dove in after it and retrieved it immediately. As I surfaced and put it on, a mermaid that looked exactly like Tilda Swinton approached me and offered me $4m USD for the watch.
Ahh wonderful… this story is reminiscent of one of my own, which I now recount for your edification.
The year was 2017. I remember so distinctly because I had a celebrity crush on Tilda Swinton and she was at peak sexiness. The way her cool eyes seemed to peer into your soul and undress you, leaving your body completely adrift in her desire still brings me to my knees.
Anyway, I was just about to begin my third session of hypnotic goat yoga, which interestingly took place on a platform in the watery streets of Venice. The smell of urine was barely detectable, and once the hypnosis kicks in you’re not really there so it doesn’t matter. Only this time, I was oddly enraptured by the wrist of another fellow (let’s call him Gustavo) in the class. Low and behold: a Comex. As the facilitator released the goats and began the hypnosis, I could think of nothing else except this fellows watch. The way Gustavo’s wrist hairs encircled the leather band (a Bund strap, actually) and framed the dial was miraculous.
As the class around me was entranced, the goats began their ritual of climbing up on top of everyone’s backs. Some of the female goats were in heat, and I’m surprised that their bleating didn’t break the hypnosis of the participants. As the goats began to fornicate, I perfectly mimicked the voice of the hypnotizer and instructed Gustavo to remove his watch. He did so, but before I could tell him to hand it to me he cast it to the water below. I dove in after it and retrieved it immediately. As I surfaced and put it on, a mermaid that looked exactly like Tilda Swinton approached me and offered me $4m USD for the watch.
Naturally, I accepted.