When they arrive down here, they can't help but be tempted to compare. Those natives among us that still enjoy good cooking will be doomed. Not only that, but what if My Virtual Model is a ruse, a trap of sorts. The car horn is your friend. Bagels are good.
Biscuits are bad.
I suppose I'm overreacting a bit. No, I'd rather just buy my clothes the old-fashioned way. I'd like to be surprised when my 35-inch waist jeans are a little too big. Sometimes, I need to believe that my suit no longer fits because it shrunk at the dry cleaners. We do not want My Virtual Model here in Dixie.