Friday, March 18, 2011


Ugh. I hate the train. It's pretty much established at this point. Panic attacks, germ warfare, smells, smells, odors. Ugh. I saw a guy on the train this evening that made me think "What. Is that still going on?" Maybe hipsters never die. They just become old hipsters. Then fade away in a sparkly dust cloud of contempt. But what really bugged me was the feral chinchilla affixed to this particular hipster's face. So, I felt really super inspired. Here's what that sight made me do:

I feel the same about feet. If you have talons, frog toes (with or without suckers), or extra knobs...LOCK IT UP, people! No one needs to see that bony horror.


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