I was at this crappy bar that had a live band a month ago, that stupid fast walking back and forth and flailing arms kind of reminded me of these guys:
I imagine the young piglet listening patiently to the wican broad talk about witchcraft and mother earth. Biding you're time for the inevitable moment when, as we all know, the hippy chick says she's down for whatever you're into and the enjoyable violqtion that ensues.
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