I often demand an olfactory component to my calming shelters. The smell of rotting bananas in particular reminds me of my first college advisor’s comfy, crowded office.
Given the fact that they can already do this level of sorcery, do you really want to piss them off by burning the towels they have so meticulously levitated?
I could go for a big pile of towels to hide in.
Yeah, I want a snuggle hut!
It must stink
I’m not sure what you wrote. Do you think it will stink? Or do you demand that it has to?
I often demand an olfactory component to my calming shelters. The smell of rotting bananas in particular reminds me of my first college advisor’s comfy, crowded office.
You know you can wash towels, right?
Oh yeah? And how am I supposed to dry them afterwards, smart guy? With handkerchiefs?!
What is this sorcery?
Right? What devilry holds them up like that, and how are they so neatly aligned, almost like in a line??
Throw them in the fire! And the towels too.
Given the fact that they can already do this level of sorcery, do you really want to piss them off by burning the towels they have so meticulously levitated?
Pfft, SHE can, I guess.
you can put that in the lover’s style section