this is too easy. i get it. this ain’t “Boners By Numbers”. but if you’re going to look like a walking, talking version of Every Hall & Oates Song you might as well top it off with Kevin Arnold’s Dad’s glasses while you’re at it. and give me that goddam voiceover in my head again.
why do i fall half in love every time i see one of these kinds of girls? my god. one half of me wants to get lazy-stoned with her to early Bob Dylan records and wax philosophically on “how rad we are” and the other half of me wants to play flag football with her. so confusing.
nobody ever tells you your mid 20’s are basically puberty + age - any excuse to explain your behavior.
(photo via syntheticpubes by Nicole Giro)
I haven’t laughed...long. I feel like Ned knows me.
bonerparty (the poet!)
speaking of Kevin Arnold’s dad…
WTFFF Seriously people. I know...girl, I don’t even think she’s 18 yet. This
commentary reminds...mine. who would probably explain his dream girl as “my