So Victoria walks right into my office, hands on what remain of her hips with those big bug-eye glasses. Giant circular...things that take up most of her face making her look not so much like an insect as an owl that's had it's fat sucked out of it and all that remains is the bones. Her mouth is in a quizzical "O" and she appears to be attempting to frown. Apart from she can't frown so she gets her assistant (can you believe she only has one?!) to frown for her. I didn't quite catch what she was saying- and that's not the point of this post, hmm? Nobody really listens to Vicky anyway.
The point of this post is to tell all of you to dispose of your oversized circular sunglasses right now. It is demode, as you fashion people like to say. Throw them out. Melt them. Burn them. Lick them. Cook them. Just do not wear them. Please. Yes, I just said please.
I am that serious. So serious I'm saying please. I don't really mean please, but I hear that you humans like to hear things like that to do things. "Manners", you call them. Like commands.
You fashion owls you.