About a week ago I decided, "what the hell?" and tore into Archer's birthday present. I didn't do it for Archer, however. Pulease. It wasn't like he cared or anything. I cracked open the boxes for me.
Honestly,
the puppets just looked so lonely in their three little boxes in a row.
I wanted to unite the composers with the painters with the writers. I
figured maybe they could inspire each other.
I had no idea it would turn into this:
It started with Virginia French-braiding Frida's eyebrows and then?
The two of them had a few drinks and a few laughs and pretty soon, the
sparks flew and jooooooom, make-out sesh:
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