
factualfiction replied to your post: Religion Is Like a Tumblr MemeIt was inspired by your previous post which was in response to that fucking image that is driving me fucking crazy!
Inspired? Wow! I’m some sort of damn Tumblr muse, people!
I’m not sure if this post was in response to my previous post, which was in response to that fucking image about religion that was sort of clever the first 20 times I read it, but wouldn’t it be great if it was?
We all get it, everybody!
And it struck me that when people see a pic of Ms. Hepburn, the reactions stick to a pretty predictable pattern:
Never do people say, “I would love to travel back in time and have dirty, dirty goddamn sex with Audrey Hepburn.”
Until now, that is. Because if I could time-travel, I would have filthy fucking sex with Charade-era Audren Hepburn. Let’s all be honest with ourselves: most of you would, too.
Not to fuck up the hilarity by inserting commerce into the proceedings, but three of those bumper stickers can be purchased in t-shirt form from my Spreadshirt shop.
Sorry, I’m just bound and determined to make enough money off of this shop that Spreadshirt has to cut me a check.
Over on Vox, I got into this thing where I was creating bumper stickers that nobody in their right mind would actually put on their cars. I sort of lost my way from that blissfully simple idea after awhile, but here are some of the ones I came up with. Most of them were available for purchase from some printing service or another, but I can’t remember where that was, and eventually I just gave up and put them together just for fun.
Here you go:
I can’t even count how many times he’s played that song in a row, but I’m halfway through this Andrew W.K. album, and it was three times before I even put it on. I am going to break into his room and spash whatever device is responsible for this torment.
With Andrew W.K.
It’s quite effective.
Try some today!
I introduced Jill’s son to Magic: The Gathering, and now he wants to play all the time. I introduced him to Mystery Science Theater 3000, and he put every episode he could find on NetFlix. I introduced him to the song “Golden Brown” by The Stranglers, and now he compulsively listens to it in his room all the time, the repetitive baseline slowly driving me mad like some musical tell-tale heart.
I need to stop trying to share cool things with him. It’s not good for my peace of mind.