If I can get me a pair of Google's rumored awesome virtual reality, internet-ready x-ray specs, then all the muttering I do to myself in public will finally make sense with the rest of the world.
And, dude, where can I get a scarf like that?
I'm hip. I've got buds with scarves. I play the uke. I have techno x-ray specs that make me a hit with the ladies. And I'm now congentially unable to focus on far objects because I spend the day staring at the insides of my neat-o glasses.
This, meanwhile, made me laugh out loud:
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