A substantial portion of the presents I’ll be getting for the holidays this year are things I ordered for myself.
‘cause I don’t see anybody else clicking “buy” on that Werewolf Bar Mitzvah poster…
Can’t one human being not like another human being? Can’t we all just NOT get along?
Informed decision? Do you think this country was founded on informed decisions?! Columbus thought he was in India! And did he worry about being wrong? NO! He just called everybody Indians! And we still do it today. Why? ‘CAUSE. You want to be an American? You fill out that ballot because you DON’T know what you’re doing! Just like when we named this country after the 4th or 5th guy who discovered it, Amerigo Vespucci. Who cares! AMERICA!
Good Lord, Lemon. You just locked your mouth and then swallowed the key. It makes no earthly sense.
Last night, we named our [quite victorious] beer pong duo Team Cheesy Blasters, specifically because I sang this song once and next thing you know, neither of us can stop, it’s freaking out our opponents, and we’re making plans to create actual cheesy blasters sometime in the very near future.
Same guy, by the way, who agreed to go on a bloody mary/reuben sandwich tour of the town with me. Our friends want us to make a blog.
I really want this. But I want it framed, and that would require taking the print to a framing shop and I just don’t know if I could face a member of society and tell them that I, in all seriousness, want this poster of a werewolf bar mitzvah framed and matted so I can put it on my wall as an expression of my personal & aesthetic values.