However i wish i owned steel drums.
by
Nathan
This has inspired me to write a horror novel specifically for upper class Republicans who are deathly afraid that their children are gay. It's about regular jeans that turn into skinny jeans when there's a full moon. Also, what I can only assume was a failed attempt at a friendly farewell statement makes this message seem like it's an unenthusiastically rendered finger painting by a 5 year old kid that someone only put up on the fridge in the hopes that the child will discover his true calling as an artist, because he's definitely not going to go into linguistics.
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