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Sunday, April 18th, 2010Adulthood is much like a gargantuan two-headed slobbering beast with frizzy hair, exuding a rattling putrid and moist breath from its twin maws. Or maybe it’s just an enormous mutant poodle who’s as aware of your plight as it is of the thin hair stuck to one of its four eyeballs (if you’ve never owned a dog, that means “not at all.”) Either way it’s got foot-long teeth I don’t want to be around.


