If you and your best friend/wife/husband/favourite dog aren’t dressing up as Rust Cohle and Marty Hart (2012 versions, obvs) from True Detective for Halloween, then YOU ARE MISSING THE POINT.
Got an email at work today from a ~*social media guy*~ in which he described himself as a “tumblr pro”. HaahahahahahajHAHAHAHAHA someone paid another human being to write such an email and someone paid me to read it.
I remember my son once asked me, “Did you ever, like, kiss in high school?” And I told him this long drawn-out story of how shy I was, how I finally got a girlfriend but she broke up with me because I was too shy to try to kiss her, and then I had another girlfriend but still couldn’t figure out kissing. The technique was always a big obstacle in my head, like, How do you kiss? Where does your chin go? Forget about anything beyond kissing-first base was a total mystery to me. So I’m telling my son this long story, and he listens patiently until he finally realizes where I’m going with it, and he says, “Dad, no-did you like Kiss in high school? Kiss, the band!” And I was, “Oh yeah, Kiss…they were good.”
neilmobile I guess I prefer my Irish accents drunk and indecipherable.