Back for another round. I'm glad to see you all turned out to comment in the last post. I'm proud of you all. You're like the children I didn't drown.
It's still important to note that this blog is in fact still dead. Yes, its continued activity can be be seen as proof of the existence of the undead. All it needs now is some shades, and the transformation is complete.
So what's this post about then? I'll tell you what it's about. It's about what I want to be when I grow up. When I'm thirty I want to be Richard Sandrak when he was six.
Look at the fucking cut-offs. Look at them.