The only way you can get through your day and live with the fact that these homeless infants from the Hip-Hop Daycare are more than a Nickelodeon cartoon is to tell yourself this photo is from Napoli or something and would never happen here.
What is this, an ex-girlfriend convention? There’s the London cokehead you had crazy fights with that ended in apartment-smashing sex AND there’s the awkward punky girl from San Francisco you dated when you both thought you were going to be in a band forever. And now here they are in your brain every morning asking “Which memory of us do you want to beat off to?” Comments/Enlarge |
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