Well I want to post but idk what to put as my captions so I’ll talk about my weird ass dream
Ok so first me and my two other probably drunk or high friends(?) broke into some house(?) but we just stayed there in their living room and watched Netflix of something but the owner of the house was sleeping or something and then we went to sleep but then I woke up and it’s like in the same room but there’s a bed and my friends aren’t there for some reason but I’m not high anymore so I’m like “shit this isn’t my house” so then I was about to leave but I had to grab the millions of bags that were there (k but in real life I have to take millions of bags everywhere with me and in my dream they were the same bags) buT I didn’t bring the bags in the house the night before buT I didn’t question it so I was like shit so I was thinking I’ll just put the millions of bags on my arms like I normally do and just leave but hA no the owner of the house sees me and gets mad but I think my mom comes or something k the end
Also I wonder how much her hat is
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it’s actually just a sofa. by taking a pill’s form out of its context, people who encounter this endearing little couch face conflicting feelings. overall, it isn’t too hard of a pill to swallow. if you’re looking for a good conversation piece in your house/establishment, check out ‘tabletto’ on the #designboomshop
We’re down to the very last @danieldavidstudio stone pill on our website. These won’t be available now until early summer for Dans first solo exhibition. We are getting a pre order list together though so give us a shout.