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a light bulb in my pocket in April: I was at a party. I didn’t know anyone there. I stood in a hallway against a wall. I think I had a drink in my hand. If I did then I drank the drink. If I didn’t then I stood against the wall and did nothing. There was a lamp in the hallway. No one else was in the hallway. Everyone was in the living room. I went down the hallway and unscrewed the light bulb from the lamp and put it in my pocket. I did not stay at the party. I went back to my room. There was a lamp on my desk. It was sad. It did not work anymore. I sat down at my desk. The lamp said, “How was your night?” It was depressed because it could not go to parties and did not work as a lamp anymore. I said, “I am not good at parties.” The lamp said, “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay,” I said and pulled out the light bulb. The lamp on my desk was happy again.
The lamp said: http://everydayyeah.com/content/number-twenty-five#comment-969
Oh, that is so great. It's so fun to see an (ugly) compact fluorescent used in a good way! :)
Posted by: Anna @ D16 | June 12, 2008 at 10:02 AM
cute!
Posted by: 19 | June 16, 2008 at 01:12 AM
I want one!
Posted by: andre | September 12, 2008 at 06:58 PM
a light bulb in my pocket in April: I was at a party. I didn’t know anyone there. I stood in a hallway against a wall. I think I had a drink in my hand. If I did then I drank the drink. If I didn’t then I stood against the wall and did nothing. There was a lamp in the hallway. No one else was in the hallway. Everyone was in the living room. I went down the hallway and unscrewed the light bulb from the lamp and put it in my pocket. I did not stay at the party. I went back to my room. There was a lamp on my desk. It was sad. It did not work anymore. I sat down at my desk. The lamp said, “How was your night?” It was depressed because it could not go to parties and did not work as a lamp anymore. I said, “I am not good at parties.” The lamp said, “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay,” I said and pulled out the light bulb. The lamp on my desk was happy again.
The lamp said:
http://everydayyeah.com/content/number-twenty-five#comment-969
Posted by: henry | September 26, 2008 at 03:03 AM