Little More Than A Cargo Cult

iwontallowit:

suffering from jaundice. Also, I have no eyelids. My entire family has jaundice. We live in Springfield, in a house made up of flat planes of color. I have a moderate vocabulary, though I am keen on using the phrase “D’oh” to demonstrate an overwhelming portion of my sentiments. My wife has blue hair, uninspiring breasts, and one awful voice. My son is a delinquent; my youngest daughter is stuck in her oral phase; and my oldest daughter is growing into a sad spiteful woman. My father lives in a nursing home; his head looks like cauliflower. I associate with losers and immigrants. I’m fucking two-dimensional. These are my problems and I want to die.

jimmy chen.