Let's face it: Tuesdays are tough for you, me, and El-P, but even as the darkness falls upon us faster than a Forbesian bowel movement -known in select circles as the dreaded Apoocalypse, mostly for the catastrophic effect Sparkles' fecal matter has upon the local ecosystem- can ruin one's favorite porcelain idol, there is a glimmer of hope, and a snazzy one at that; like an entire can of air freshener (or a divine toilet brush, if you prefer) to alleviate all the pungent Forbestacles thrown one's way.*
Let this be a mantra for the ages.
* "You up for some drinks tonight, Kennan?"
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