Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

It’s The Medium-Sized Things

Tell them.

Who?

The nice people.

Tell them what?

I’ll slap you sillier.

We are speaking of my mood swings?

We are, yes. Describe your attitude from this morning.

Suicidal and/or homicidal. Either I needed to die or everyone else on the planet did.

Right. And now?

Eh.

And what brought about this change?

Well, I–

DON’T YOU LIE, MOTHERFUCKER.

Got some t-shirts as a present.

And?

They were size mediums.

And?

They fit really well. I’m a medium now and that made me happy beyond all measure.

You need to see a professional.

Or I could just buy a new shirt every time I’m feeling blue.

CHOOM

CHOOM

SHATTERSHATTERTINKLE

FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

SPLAT

Did you just break a window on the 70th floor of the Sears Tower with a hammer and launch yourself out?

Yup.

Sounds right.

4 Comments

  1. We all chipped in and got you this…

  2. You need a touch of mojo hand.

    Just a touch.

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