I have a shitty Target duffel bag that’s been with me on so many adventures. It’s falling apart, but I refuse to let it go, precisely because it’s been with me on so many adventures. That also explains the several pairs of shoes with holes in them I can’t bring myself to throw out.
Beg? Or am I misunderstanding this?
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It’s like one of those bags you always use for groceries instead of a disposable one.
Or all the backpacks that will supposedly last your entire life. The companies that actually mean it have them under warranty for several decades though (or even until the actual end of your life but it requires some form of registration)
I think the joke is that if this bag falls apart, which was supposed to last a lifetime, that it must mean your life is near its end, as though the life of the bag and your own are intertwined.
Thankfully your body is a mere cocoon preparing your soul for eternity in the afterlife.
Wouldn’t that be nice!
This is a little too coincidental…
This morning I woke up with sinus infection and my pack decided to self destruct…
Either I’m in the matrix or I’m gonna need some thoughts, likes, and prayers ASAP… Trying to find another one online quickly before my time runs out!
Mr.Magorium vibes
