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10/12/2021
4ajbukoshka
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4ajbukoshka
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Is this art or can it go? A dialogue.
Alice: Hey, thank you, dear, for stopping by! I don't even know where my head is.
Tshajbukoshka: Kaaaiin problem. (warbling, slightly smug in the face of huge mountains of laundry and clutter piled up in front of her) Wooozu are friends for, after all?
Narrator: And so they stand there, picking up one thing after another, putting it on, putting it away, packing it, putting it on, and this goes well for quite a while. A couple of glasses of wine do the rest.
T: Ohaaaaaa. How cool is that? A mini vase made out of vulvas? Is that one of your art projects?
A, irritated: I'm sorry, what?
E: Tshajbukoshka points to a small vial with her index finger splayed away from the wine glass. At this point, you realize that she doesn't have stereoscopic vision. Or does she really think there are such small vases?
A (is she embarrassed? outraged?): That's perfume. That YOU don't know that?
T: No, why? Doesn't look like it's from Guerlain (hurries over a pile of clothes, wine glass in hand, almost reaching her stately height of nearly one meter seventy).
E: What comes now, at least one of the two present did not expect.
T: Urghs! Pfläh. Is the still guuuut? (coughs up briefly)
A: Let me. (Fanning the air dramatically, her performance is almost Tshajbukoshka-worthy) Can't you smell that delicious compote and pear hovering over everything?
T: I guess I should have asked differently. Has this EVER been good? Let's air it out. Otherwise, everything we wrap up will smell like this later.
A: ...
E: You do not ventilate. After a few minutes, Tshajbukoshka's din subsides. In the meantime, her friend Alice has poured her some wine, the ladies' subtle way of saying "oh, shut up".
A: Smell again. Floral gentle. Like this, when I'm meeting up with friends? For college? I don't want to use that one for dating.
T: If you love your friends, you continue to keep your distance from them with this stuff, me included. Your little flowers are just as real as the bouquet of Lego technology - just unfortunately not beautiful. Why don't you make it into a vase for daisies or an art project.
A: No. Not from my Biebs. This is THE perfume of my youth!
T: Joaaaaah, then leave it there, in your youth. Why am I here again? MUCK OUT, Signorina, we wanted to clean out. Off with it to the "to give away" box. (Shaking her head, quietly, more to herself) Biebs. Ohjemine, where did I end up here?
E: In an entertaining synthesizer performance of pop music.
Tshajbukoshka: Kaaaiin problem. (warbling, slightly smug in the face of huge mountains of laundry and clutter piled up in front of her) Wooozu are friends for, after all?
Narrator: And so they stand there, picking up one thing after another, putting it on, putting it away, packing it, putting it on, and this goes well for quite a while. A couple of glasses of wine do the rest.
T: Ohaaaaaa. How cool is that? A mini vase made out of vulvas? Is that one of your art projects?
A, irritated: I'm sorry, what?
E: Tshajbukoshka points to a small vial with her index finger splayed away from the wine glass. At this point, you realize that she doesn't have stereoscopic vision. Or does she really think there are such small vases?
A (is she embarrassed? outraged?): That's perfume. That YOU don't know that?
T: No, why? Doesn't look like it's from Guerlain (hurries over a pile of clothes, wine glass in hand, almost reaching her stately height of nearly one meter seventy).
E: What comes now, at least one of the two present did not expect.
T: Urghs! Pfläh. Is the still guuuut? (coughs up briefly)
A: Let me. (Fanning the air dramatically, her performance is almost Tshajbukoshka-worthy) Can't you smell that delicious compote and pear hovering over everything?
T: I guess I should have asked differently. Has this EVER been good? Let's air it out. Otherwise, everything we wrap up will smell like this later.
A: ...
E: You do not ventilate. After a few minutes, Tshajbukoshka's din subsides. In the meantime, her friend Alice has poured her some wine, the ladies' subtle way of saying "oh, shut up".
A: Smell again. Floral gentle. Like this, when I'm meeting up with friends? For college? I don't want to use that one for dating.
T: If you love your friends, you continue to keep your distance from them with this stuff, me included. Your little flowers are just as real as the bouquet of Lego technology - just unfortunately not beautiful. Why don't you make it into a vase for daisies or an art project.
A: No. Not from my Biebs. This is THE perfume of my youth!
T: Joaaaaah, then leave it there, in your youth. Why am I here again? MUCK OUT, Signorina, we wanted to clean out. Off with it to the "to give away" box. (Shaking her head, quietly, more to herself) Biebs. Ohjemine, where did I end up here?
E: In an entertaining synthesizer performance of pop music.
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