The Collapsation of the Sensation of the Mirror of the Memories in Which We Are Living

This is why, when people ask what “my type” is, I say funny and smart.

If Reggie Watts asked me to marry him today, I’d be all, “Siri! What time does city hall close?!” And then I’d remember I don’t have an iPhone 4S. Hopefully, he’d have one, or else I’d have to look it up on Google, and that would take a minute, and maybe in that time he’d change his mind. :(

Also, I just remembered it’s Sunday, and city hall isn’t open on Sunday, so I need all of you to get ordained right now, and keep your phones set to loud on evenings, weekends, and holidays, on the chance that I meet Reggie Watts and hornswoggle him into marrying me.

4 thoughts on “The Collapsation of the Sensation of the Mirror of the Memories in Which We Are Living”

  1. I wonder if he put those pants on and had a collapsation of the sensation of the mirror of the memories of which reminded him to go out and purchase bigger pants before his next show.

  2. I’ve seen him make shit up live impromptuly 3 times. I do think he has a lady love. I can’t remember if she was beautiful but I do think she was striking. Which isn’t to say that we don’t all dream that we might possibly still have a chance with this kind of genius.

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