Quote:
A close friend or loved one makes a gift of a fuzzy, oversized sweater that they say they've purchased from one of the local merchants. It's not exactly attractive looking but they seem unfortunately very proud of the purchase so you dutifully at least try it on. This proves to be a poor decision on your part as you soon realize that you're unable to remove the fuzzy monstrosity. Even worse, every word that comes out of your mouth... comes out in song! What the heck?

There's some mischievous magic afoot here but as hard as you try to tug it off or stop breaking into song, you're unable to remove the sweater for one full day and any word out of your mouth happens to have a cheerful tune to it.

Hope you didn't have any major plans for the day!


To say George was happy was an understatement. He was over the ******** moon. Here he was Glen, at Go's doorstep,having brought him a gift. He held the box in awe, Glne starting to blush. "It...it's really for me?" "Well...yeah? We're friends right? And i'm trying to improve? It's um, it may not look good, but i bought the sweater from a local place that was having a sale, and I didn't want it to go to waste and --oOOF!" He was cut off, smothered by a very thankful George. "I DONT CARE I LOVE IT!!!!" And with that he got up, let Glen go, and ran back inside, as if in that moment he was hugging the life out of his crush. So he pretty much left his very confused crush behind but...well, there was no but, just shame. After spending an hour feeling sorry for himself, and sending Glen an apology text, Go finally felt better, deciding to check what his love got him. He remembered Glen had said a sweater, so he at least knew to expect that, opening the box, he was not prepared for.....that It was a sweater alright, bigger than him though it looked like, and an ugly shade of green with a jolly santa covered in garland on the front. He wondered briefly if Glen was just making fun of him but no, he remembered the blond just like ugly sweaters, he had no taste in winter, so Go took it as a good sign, and quickly slipped the sweater on. It was...it was okay, maybe he could wear this.

....no, it was a bit too ugly, and a bit too hot in the house. So he sadly pulled the sweater off, deciding to keep it, but would likely never wear it. At least, he tried to pull it off, but he seemingly couldnt. "Hey hey, what the hell is going on~?" He sung, wait, sung? "Why am I singing sonnnnnnngs, I just want this sweater off off off! Because it's too ugly for christmas!" NO, GOD NO WHY he screamed mentally. Not only would it not come off, but he was singing!? He sounded so bad dammit! Go wanted to cry, and cry harder when his phone began to rang, Glen's name on the caller ID.

"Hey, George? You okay? You never text back, did you like the sweater?"

"I'm fiine, just fine, I just can't help but sing a song, about this ******** sweater get it offfff, god help me! It's ugly" AH NO s**t ******** ******** s**t. But Glen only laughed, though he sounded confused. "Well yeah, That's the point of ugly christmas sweaters. But uh, why are you singing?" He asked, Go, having cried in relief the other wasn;t mad about his slip, quickly answered. "I'm in a musical next week for school! Gotta sing gotta sing and play by the rules!" He sung, The other clearly confused, but buying it. He quickly bid Glen goodbye, freaking out. Was he stuck like this forever? He didn't klknow, waht he did know is he hated it so damn much.

so, damn, much.