The True Borderline Sociopathic Boy Does Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. He Makes Beelzebub Pull Him Along, In His Little Red Wagon, Right To The Bitter End
Still makes more sense than a pickup truck with four doors.
(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
I lost my job making glass eyes for merry-go-round horses back in my youth. I decided to become a mercenary commando soldier, you know, hired gun, but unwisely chose the Salvation Army as my outfit. I never got to kill anybody, and I've got tinnitus in my right ear from the bell now.
2 comments:
Smiling with a thumbs up. Awesome!
That is brilliant!
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