Keep the kids, get rid of the old white men with zero sense of fun.
I went home and ate a kitten tin of mixed popcorn and laugh cried myself to sleep to two seasons of Perfect Strangers.
It’s angsty as hell.
Oh hey, it’s another morning where we wish we were all still in bed! Fortunately the world doesn’t care, and it has decided to move on with or without us, hence we’ve got your NEWS and your WEIRD to get you going right now: As usual, the trains are going to be mega-fuck’t this weekend […]
This song is weird, but not in a bad way.
“I had my own tiny agency. We were just making bands instead of selling cars.”