… as seen last night at Bridgeport Village.
- Photo via Mike Russell of CulturePulp.
It’s worth noting that this is only a small sampling of the army of Tweens and Twilight Moms that were there—this line, and others like it, stretched out at least this far in the opposite direction. From deeper in the labyrinthine corridors of the mall, one could hear evidence of countless more Twihards, their noise a vuvuzela-like drone of SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEs. And sobs. Lonely, lonely sobs.
“their noise a vuvuzela-like drone of SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEs. And sobs. Lonely, lonely sobs.”
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
That sounds worse than the time I waited in line for the Phantom Menace.
The new Mother-Daughter bonding experience.
If this wasn’t on the WNE list, it should have been.
Instead of “Twihards”, can’t we just call them “Twards”?
where’s the sit-lie ordinance when you need it?