2026-04-23
1 小时 17 分钟Girl, winter is so last season.
And now spring's got you looking at pictures of tank tops with hungry eyes.
Your algorithm is feeding you cut-offs.
You're thirsty for the sun on your shoulders.
That perfect hang on the patio sundress.
Those sandals you can wear all day and all night.
And you've had enough of shopping from your couch.
Done hoping it looks anything like the picture when you tear open that envelope?
It's time for a little in-person spring treat.
It's time for a trip to Ross.
Work your magic.
Please allow me to introduce myself.
I am the owner of Fawlty Towers.
And may I welcome your war?
You war, you war, you all.
And hope that your stay will be a happy one.
Now, would you like to eat first?
Or would you like a drink before the war?
Trespassers will be, tied up with piano wire.
Sorry, sorry.