At this point in scribbling my take on the apocalyptic saga of 2020, on October 5th, I went off on a brief whiteboy tangent, a bit out of context in contrast to the soap-caked morbidity that was soaking all avenues of news and media as well as my poor, addled brain. Apparently, I needed a breather from discussing racism, pestilence, the shit-for-brains of That Guy, and the general drain-spiraling of the wide world.
AC/DC and the Pope
AC/DC and the Pope
AC/DC and the Pope
At this point in scribbling my take on the apocalyptic saga of 2020, on October 5th, I went off on a brief whiteboy tangent, a bit out of context in contrast to the soap-caked morbidity that was soaking all avenues of news and media as well as my poor, addled brain. Apparently, I needed a breather from discussing racism, pestilence, the shit-for-brains of That Guy, and the general drain-spiraling of the wide world.