Literally just popped out of the womb and there they were, the first things I could call my own; a baby’s true best friends, given to me by my loving parents; a little Snoopy along with his companion Woodstock, crying out to me; I wanna be your dog.
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I remember it as if it was yesterday. Or maybe not, because that would mean I’d be having eyes like pissholes in the snow, shaking like a cat shittin’ a peach sead, bit by a donkey, feeling the beat of the tambourine. But aside from a hangover, all that liquor in the nighttime did leave strange memories.
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Who the f*ck started emoji-mania ?! Time to kill the basterd, Burn the witch, string them up the hanging tree and sink them down the wishing well. Needless to say, generally I’m not a fan.
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