On a bed of spaghetti
How I Met your mother 7×18: Karma (7,5)
Dear Diary, it is day four on this island, which the natives have dubbed “Long Island”, perhaps referencing how each hour here feels like it may never end… By “entertainment,” they mean table shuffle board, macramé classes, and other non-stimulating activities which are only used in Manhattan to calm down drug addicts and the criminally insane. A preliterate society, their menus display pictures of the food they offer, everyone is forced to sing “Happy Birthday” four or five times a meal, and dessert has fireworks in it. In their lairs, they often don a primitive shroud called a “Snugget,” and it is not uncommon for them to go to sleep before 9 p.m., fearing, as they do, the night. Also Diary, I think writing in you is stupid, but you were a gift from Lily, and she’s watching me right now.
Il menu con le foto stampate, “On a bed of spaghetti” (LoL), la coperta con le maniche (molta gente che legge questo blog ce l’ha: che dite, è così comoda?), il twist finale. Lodi lodi lodi. Ah, se Karma è la sposa io do la mia benedizione eh, sia messo agli atti (E alla fine arriva Karma!)
Robin intanto scala definitivamente la classifica: in questo momento, right here right now, hic et nunc, è il mio personaggio preferito di How I Met Your Mother.