For instance, I used to think that if there was no government or system of law that men would rally together to make the principles of anarcho-syndicalism a utopian reality. Turns out they just found an excuse to dress as giant sex babies outside of the house.
Hang on, how did he order an entire outfit from the Next catalogue?
I love the freedom that comes after the apocalypse. Only by destroying every convention that has gone before us can we really start over and wear something as daring as that moustache without fear of derision.
Ohmygod. The only thing that could make this outfit any cooler would be a solitary gold tooth. What a muthafucker.
However, I'm not so keen on the Overly-Interested-Uncle look.
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After writing this did you find yourself mumbling, "I am Spartacus!" over and over again? I know I did. Sheesh, what a Diaporama...
http://www.premiere.fr/var/premiere/storage/images/diaporama/kirk-douglas/spartacus-1960__11/2167689-1-fre-FR/spartacus_1960_reference.jpg
opps I MEANT diaper-rama, like men in nappys
I actually found myself mumbling, "I have no friends, I have no life. I have no friends, I have no life. I have no friends, I have no life. I have no friends, I have no life. I have no friends, I have no life. I have no friends, I have no life. I have no friends, I have no life. I have no friends, I have no life. I have no friends, I have no life..."
Since I've spent the last six years looking for an excuse to wear a nappy (seriously, I'm not kidding. I've been pissing myself daily but since nobody notices anything I do I've not had a single complaint) I'm quite looking forward to the post-apocalyptic era when I can run around wielding a rusty lawnmower blade in a nappy
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