Prison guard: what do you want for your last meal before we -
Me: the electric chair.
Guard:
Me:
Guard: … can he do that?
Me: *swallows an armrest whole and starts gnawing on the wires
No, I’m actually not worried about how my tattoos will look when I’m old. I have Benjamin Buttons disease and my arm sleeve will look fuckin sick when I’m a baby.
As of today, three strangers have told me, UNSOLICITED, that I look like captain America BEFORE he takes the super solider serum. Very upsetting stuff.
I have no interest in aging with grace. I want to look staggeringly old. Like a prune stuffed with jelly and bones. When I ride through town on my rascal I want people to think it’s a zombie situation.
When the last dinosaurs saw the asteroid’s fiery descent and knew their time was up, they forgot all differences and had one big drug fueled orgy. T-Rex and Triceratops snortin’ n porkin’ alike. I think we can learn a lot from that.