Still deciding.
Gotta love they ask for your income level before asking your name.
I could go for a big pile of towels to hide in.
you can put that in the lover’s style section
It must stink
I’m not sure what you wrote. Do you think it will stink? Or do you demand that it has to?
I often demand an olfactory component to my calming shelters. The smell of rotting bananas in particular reminds me of my first college advisor’s comfy, crowded office.
You know you can wash towels, right?
Oh yeah? And how am I supposed to dry them afterwards, smart guy? With handkerchiefs?!
What is this sorcery?
Right? What devilry holds them up like that, and how are they so neatly aligned, almost like in a line??
Throw them in the fire! And the towels too.
Given the fact that they can already do this level of sorcery, do you really want to piss them off by burning the towels they have so meticulously levitated?
I’m not entirely sure.
Pfft, SHE can, I guess.
Yeah, I want a snuggle hut!
Yet another marriage ruined by Big Towel. Smh my head
I really hope this isn’t satire.
I mean, it’s pretty good satire but it would be good if it’s true
It’s a @truewagner bit.
Is that the same person who made the milk bath advertisements?
That sounds like his
I’m going to need to see a rear picture of both Darlene and Tom before I can really decide. So I suppose I’m still deciding.
Quick question, is the pile of towels still around?
It doesn’t say “check one only”.
Quick question, is the pile of towels still around?
God I hope not. Once it rains, that’s a recipe for mildew and fungus if I’ve ever seen one. You can probably smell it for a mile in every direction, to say nothing of what that’s doing to Tom.
Father Donovan was always pretty chill.
Everybody knows Father Donovan’s a got thing for Darlene. Word is she’s wild in the sack.
Tom looking forlornly out of the towels is gutting me.
What an absolute frood.
some may even call him a hoopy frood
Well he certainly knows where his towel is
Absolute gigafrood energy.
I’ve never seen an analog digital media post before.
it was delivered by a snail flown by a pigeon
Very considerate of them.
Tom gets it
He understands.
GODDAMIT! Here I was thinking that this was a wonderful way to maturely alert the world to their new status, and in the end it just turns out to be nothing but another AD! SPAM!
I’m profoundly disappointed.
It’s always a good day when a new TrueWagner project hits the wild.
This guy hits my humor button perfectly
Same. We’ve got a local guy here in New Haven, CT that’s doing similar stuff. Once a week or so, I take a walk around town looking for new ones. I’ll post the next one I find.
Tag me in it if you can remember!
I wonder how the big pile of towels is resilient to the elements, such as wind, rain, or earthquakes
Yeah, I need a LOT more clarity on this “pile-o-towels” situation. 48 hours? Is there a chamber under there? Or does the pile just press down on him? Isn’t it soggy from the rain? What if you have to pee? Or eat? Or watch TV? How is the wifi reception in there? Does he only do it when she’s getting frisky with random dudes in the house?
It’s the old tarp and towel. 3 layers of towels, then tarp, then 15 more layers of towels. You climb in between the 15 to get the comfort/weight right. The top 3 layers absorb the loud rain drop noise and the tarp keeps out the leaks.
Thanks, Tom.
48 hrs)
I like to think it’s like Kinger’s (Amazing Digitial Circus) pillow fort. The walls are made out of towels.
