On Friday nights I like to dress up in a tuxedo and stand around the farmhouse where I'm not invited but I show up anyway because I like watching farmers dance with chickens dyed with purple kool aid. There's always a strong smell of artificial grape in the air. Normally the smell of boiled leprechaun corpses overpowers the smell, but I'm not complaining.
I want to start WWIII and extinct human race.
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On Friday nights I like to dress up in a tuxedo and stand around the farmhouse where I'm not invited but I show up anyway because I like watching farmers dance with chickens dyed with purple kool aid. There's always a strong smell of artificial grape in the air. Normally the smell of boiled leprechaun corpses overpowers the smell, but I'm not complaining.