This is what my “best friends” gave me for Xhristmas, a gigantic bruise on the top of my foot.
Who the fuck gets bruises on the top of their feet? Old people, ‘cos that’s what they do. That and take their I’m-so-damn-old-I’m-gonna-damn-die pills.
Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrsssssseeee!
I wish I could say something cool about getting, … the guitar there. Talk about how it’s made from SUH-weet ass Majong wood, which really resonates at the low end. How it’s an authentic Epiphone Special II copy.
But no. I’m takin’ pitchures of my in-grownin’ nail-havin’ feets, and postin’ the pitchures on the interwebs. My reflection there sums it all up for me. FML
Addendum: The Editorial Staff would like to apologize for all the [NOT] clever bullshit.
