Sometimes I get awesome presents from some of the dudettes. Like THIS fabulous package Zelda and I got from Malaysia:
Sometimes dudettes try to send me Christmas presents but forget to fill out the customs content declaration so I have to pick the package up at our local customs office. And open it there in front of a customs guy. You know just so they can see I didn’t get heroin or random other drugs all wrapped up nicely in a package. So I go there and the nice young customs guy politely asks me to open it and hands me a cutter. And I feel cool for receiving another present from even another continent. And I obliviously open it with my I am so awesome I even got friends all over the world that send me xmas presents face. And then BAM I see THIS:
Yep, I kinda had a Harry Clearwater style heart attack right in front of the customs guy. Only internally of course. On the outside I was smiling and saying “Oh yay, pretty cool shower stuff. Awesome!” The moment your secret Twi-addict-life lies there all out in the open between you and a customs guy? Awkwardness! The moment you relize you have a friend on another continent that simply “gets” you and gave you the best and most hilarious because oh so fitting Christmas present? Priceless! So yeah dear Chelle, thanks for the nice surprise! Literally! Haha. I’ll recover from the embarrassment shock again someday. I think. Maybe. In a hundred years or so.
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Just kidding. The customs guy had no idea what Twilight is. Unbelievable, right? He has been living under a rock the last five years or so, haha.
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Have you been Twilight embarrassed in public lately? Have you been unlucky enough to get a better informed customs guy who immediately knew why you ordered the “Sparkle Dildo”? Oh yes that really exists. Don’t ask how I know that…seriously. Just don’t. And no, I DON’T own one. Kthxbye.
(images: all taken by me; presents: all thanks to the dudettes)






















