
This is how my mind worked as a child. I was constantly misunderstanding things I thought made perfect (if weird) sense.

This is how my mind worked as a child. I was constantly misunderstanding things I thought made perfect (if weird) sense.

The strange thing (to me) is how many people don’t understand the reference.

This is actually what my father said. I think he was an honest man himself, if sometimes cynical. Probably accurate, though.

Anybody else remember this song? Let’s sing it together! “Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts! Mutilated monkey meat … “

This sounds like something I would have written, before the editing.




