Ahhhh, Murse Monday. We don’t know if you noticed or not, but we actually forgot to do Murse Monday last week. I take that back, we do know that you noticed. We received quite a bit of backlash via email, Twitter, text message and fax machine. It won’t happen again. Sorry to disappoint the 12 of you. Let’s get this Monday started off right.
Check out this dude’s baby bjorn murse. Upon snapping this, I really did have to make sure he wasn’t carrying his baby momma’s baby up in that thing. When he pulled a box of snacks out of it, I realized that couldn’t be true. This seems like a very useful murse as it just kind of swoops around the waist. Nice. Speaking of waist, is that lady with the fuchsia jacket mean mugging us or what? Geez lady, I’m just murse hunting. Move along. Nothing to see.
When I saw this murse carrier, I practically sprinted all over this museum just to catch up and get a good shot. Sorry it’s bit blurry, but I think you can see all that you need to see. Now this is what I call loyalty to your country. A country flag leather murse. The price tag on this must have been crazy. It looks like a tennis racket bag, but I’ve never seen anyone play tennis in boots like that (which I love, btw) and tight jeans. I guess there’s a first for everything, though. Like the lady behind him wearing jorts and red cowboy boots.
This is getting too easy, people. I’ve got so much confidence when taking pictures of murses that I don’t even think about being caught anymore. And frankly, I don’t care. There must be sacrifices when taking photos of man bags. I was so close to this guy I might as well be a pick pocket. Too bad I don’t pick the pockets of guys wearing white denim. I’d be a little suspicious if I were the ticket taker, though. I mean, what exactly do you need a murse for when going to a musical? (Jersey Boys is great, by the way)
Happy Monday people! Let’s play a game this week. It’s called ‘how many murses can you find, take pictures of and send to us to be featured on Murse Monday?’ Ready…set…go.