Two of us, Flipping through a thrift store magazine. It's Indie rock'n'roll for me...

So my big news is I didn't even get to ride with no seatbelts...not even in the motor home! I was so mad.
I had to go with my brother because there were too many flowers in the back and I came home early because the reception was a gong show.
The groom and the best man were wasted by 8 and I had to take care of their kid the whole time and during the span of like..an hour and he puked on me twice. It was nice, I love smelling like rotting milk
*everyone take a note of that for future referance*

But yeah, I don't want kids.
Honestly.
There not all cute bowls of sugar and candy all the time. Oh no.

More often than not they are not-very-cute bowls of puke and poop with a lot of grumpiness
sprinkled all over the top.

I dont think i could take a kid crying and grunting all the time because you dont know what the heck they want.
And as they try to communicate with gurgles and screams they are puking and all that jazz for however long until it takes them to learn how to walk and talk.

Thats when the terror begins.
Screaming machines that have no decrease in energy.
They go everywhere they arent supposed to go and you have to be chasing after them before they crack there heads open on something.
*takes a breath*

I like other peoples kids. As long as I dont have to take care of them or take them home.

Anyways. Heres the comic of the day and (2) photos of the day cause i missed last time



















These were both taken at that freaky gas station i mentioned...a long time ago across the railroad tracks in Dalmeny