Everyone moves to the big city to “make it” or whatever, but few can stand to stick it out once they realize that during the summer, the big city smells like this guy looks.


I can’t tell if I’m horny or just really want to be eight again and eating dried pineapple on my grandmother’s sofa while waiting for Pee Wee’s Playhouse, completely unaware that one day everyone I love will be dead and so will I.