Imaginary Socialite

Note: this monologue was inspired by The Princess Bride. Perhaps this will clue you in to exactly how big a dork I really am…

“Pwada. Mawk Jacobs and Pwada. A dweam wifin a dweam. First, the buttery butterscotchy Pwadaness of the bag; so supple; so sweet; so smoof wif the towtoise shell handle. Aww, Pwada.

Next, the itty bitty Mawk Jacobs cwutch inside of it. So dewicate. So intwicate. So totawy cwush worthy.

It cannot possibwy be weal. It is wike wove, and mawwiage. A dweam wifin a dweam…”

Inconceivable, I know.

[WALLACE SHAWN - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

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