Contestant on the Left: “I really think I’m going to win this beauty pageant. I have the longest fake curls, I placed a discreet tiara on my head as a subliminal message, and I bravely chose to wear dark stockings instead of the standard virginal-white. Like anybody up in this place hasn’t broken the seal on the honeypot.”
Contestant in the Middle: “I am so screwed. First, I apparently didn’t get the memo that the fashion theme is “skyscraper”, so there’s going to be some fallout with that. I don’t know what’s going on with my hair. I got the curls right, but the rest of it looks like a gremlin is snacking on my skull. And I guess I got carried away with bleaching my stockings, because my legs look like a photo-shop experiment that went horribly wrong. Are those stalactites coming out of my ass?”
Contestant on the Right: “What was the question? Wait, how come I don’t have a number? Wait, what are we doing? Hey, I have spiders on my shoes. Yay! Wait, what was the question?”
Contestant on the Far Right: “People like those three are one of the many reasons why I drink.”
Note: This is part of an on-going experiment at Bonnywood. Details found here.
Categories: Past Imperfect