That’s Not a Knife. This Is a Knife
Teenage Wasteland on Grammy’s Lowrey
I can smell the potpourri now. The Glade freshener. The rosewater. Gram had a bitchin’ keyboard in the living room. I can hear the snap of the switches. Feel the sproing of the nasty plastic keys. Only one thing is out of place in this video. Gram would never let you put a drink on top of her organ without a coaster under it. Shame on you.
Making an IKEA Chair Fly
As opposed to the normal course of events, when the IKEA chair flies out the window into the dumpster when you move to a new apartment.
I Could Totally Do That. Totally
Pffft. I could do that. Except for the blindfold. I couldn’t manage that. And I’d need to hyperventilate a bit, so I couldn’t wear the mask, either. And I’d probably get distracted by the slight rustle of air passing over the piece of paper the girl was holding to make sure I wasn’t cheating. And the camera would make me nervous, I think, so that would have to go. And what’s with the timer? I don’t need that kind of pressure. And then I’d have to solve the Rubik’s cube, which is pretty hard, I’m told. I’ve been meaning to try it, but I have to get all the shapes in the right holes in that other game from Fisher-Price. When I solve that one, look out Rubik.