sometimes I see shiny things like this
or this
and instead of admiring them the ghosts of my protestant ancestors possess me and I think shit like ‘well that’s just a little too much’
my ancestor Pain Wilhelmina Smith wacks a stick around my brain like ‘you like that Catholic shit? you gonna pay indulgences for that, huh? punk? get yee to a single room log cabin and PRAY’
anyway, my room is absolutely bare and buying a piece of clothing for over 20 dollars pains me
actually, I’m sorry to admit this, but I actually mis-remembered the name of the ancestor I was thinking of
her name was Fear
if you’re wondering, my puritan forebears actually had 5 children
please note Wrestling, Fear, and Love Brewster. And Jonathon.
this is so funny, thank you