But they, clearly, didn't. Though you almost presumed they did not come from Stockholm, judging by how they acted. Animals they were, vultures even. Maybe they really believed they were in Japan, or FROM japan. They acted like people do when they know they are in a place they will never return to. Obscene, vulgar and yes, DRUNK. Above all, drunk. So drunk the pure motor skills of lifting a bag over someones head was reduced to lifting a glass to ones mouth. The Bag, however, did not get to enjoy the sparkling juices of France's most overestimated wine district. It barely heard the ringing of glasses as they violently smashed together in guttural, wordless squalls. Neither did it savor even a sip of the almost weightless spirit of Vodka, so desired by all it barely touched the table before it was gone. No, unfair as the world is it instead suffered a weight of approximately 10 winter coats as it sat in the guarded sofa and waited. Yes the sofa was guarded. It has its own guard. The Sofa Guard. He looked unhappy. Looking back I wonder if he really loves his job or if he does it for that shiny guard-pin he gets to wear.
During the evening's early hours, a certain someone DID manage to put his head in the bag. I am desperately trying to trace this person and have spent long hours doing so this weekend. Normally I don't care about the identity of the bag-heads. It is kindof the point even, to NOT know. But this one is special. I have strong beliefs and grounded suspicions that this very person might be Lady Gaga. If the rumors are true I have to send her a letter and ask that she stays away from our parties from now forth. I've never liked her. Plus, she steals way too much attention. cough*hore*cough.
Lady... Gaga? Is it you?
He might not be an actual Ninja, but he sure knows the Ninja-pose.
I have no... words.
Animals. Truly appalling.
Its funny, really. I almost got there in the end. How ironic.
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