I Need A Bath
My roommate loves Dyngus Day. For the uninitiated, that is basically the day after Easter. I suppose it's the end of Lent and freedom to do whatever you want--which, in the case of said roommate, is drink. And that's fine. I like a fine brew, though the beer of choice right now is Miller Light, which is swill. I make do.
But we have hipsters over now, hanging out. Hipsters. I fucking hate hipsters. And now they're in my fucking home. It's like a Nazi pissing in the Ark of the Covenant. I like music on vinyl as much as the next guy, but they drink Pabst Fucking Blue Ribbon as some kind of lifestyle choice. Irony only goes so far before you are condemned, rightly, by it. God save me from clones who complain about cultural asexual reproduction.
My darkest, happiest dream? Hipsters and frat boys stranded on a desert island, fighting for survival. Who wouldn't pay to watch that?
I think my apartment needs a thorough cleaning.
But we have hipsters over now, hanging out. Hipsters. I fucking hate hipsters. And now they're in my fucking home. It's like a Nazi pissing in the Ark of the Covenant. I like music on vinyl as much as the next guy, but they drink Pabst Fucking Blue Ribbon as some kind of lifestyle choice. Irony only goes so far before you are condemned, rightly, by it. God save me from clones who complain about cultural asexual reproduction.
My darkest, happiest dream? Hipsters and frat boys stranded on a desert island, fighting for survival. Who wouldn't pay to watch that?
I think my apartment needs a thorough cleaning.