You gentle folk know the drill by now. I read YOMYOMF. I make snarky remarks. You are disgusted and repulsed by my sense of humor. You wonder what kind of person could possibly think like that. I keep up my bizarre persona. I stay cooped up in my room, crying, keeping my defense mechanism of weird sarcasm and non-sequiturs up, lamenting my permanent inability to relate to others.
YOUR MOM.
This first week of June, YOMYOMF mourns fallen actors, big and small; tackles the various lesbians who look like Justin Bieber (figuratively); and explores the matter of animal genitals. Again.
My parents read this.
Away we go!





(Gordon Jump as the Bicycle Man in a very special episode of Diff’rent Strokes)

