The Office - Schrute’s Beet Farm
So Dwight has overcome his struggles with the self-aware computer and focused his energies on ‘agrotourism’? Really, agrotourism? Ok. Tell me more Dwight.. Agrotourism is a lot more than you think… “it consists of tourist coming to a farm, showing them around, giving them a bed, giving them breakfast.”
And Hey, Micheal is doing improv! Back to his roots. “You can do a scene where you pretend you have a car” like when I used to do scenes where I pretended I had a job. Or that I didn’t live with my parents.
“In the Shrute family, we have a tradition where when the male has sex with another woman, he is awarded with a bag of wild oats.” I’m so on board with you Dwight.
Ok and what’s with the squirrelly Amish type running around?
And no…not telemarketing Micheal. You sell out. I so wanted to see him doing improv, or nonimprov. An improviser pretending to be a nonimproviser, improvising. If that makes any sense. Seriously, how much will it take to see this? I’m pledging $50.
Apparently the squirrelly Amish type likes to throw shit around! Mose!
Dwight’s reading Harry Potter to Jim and Pam. Mose likes the hobittses, they have his ring, yes?
Poor Dwight, moaning in the night. Can we get him his oats already?
I see Ryan is now actively attempting to be a complete douche bag. “Hey guys, how’s my favorite branch!?”
And up pops the toolbar. That’s what she said.
If I had money problems, would I do this? Hm, not a credible signal Michael.
“But you need to access your uncrazy side.” God he’s so smooth. “Slow down. Think it over.” So smooth.
“Lord Rupert Everton. A shipping merchant who raises fancy dogs. That’s the life.” Indeed!
Runaway train never coming back… and it ends a bit slowly but good to see Dwight refinds himself. And I just found his blog…
These are the contents of 1985 Dwight’s Time Capsule:
1. A dehydrated beet sculpture of myself holding a very small metal box meant to represent a miniature version of the time capsule. I was very much into beet miniatures when I was teenager. I did not, however, know my “BeetDwight” would shrivel into dehydration. That occurred because of science, not intention.
