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When you’re an adult, does pretending for the purpose of fun make you { A.) a liar / B.) a crazy / C.) Peter Pan / D.) All of the above }? Honestly, it really doesn’t matter because I’m already all 3 of those.
I am frequently accused of being a liar, due to my often eye-rolling “just kidding” moments that I like to toss around throughout the day. Buttttt then again SOME PEOPLE just like to play around with accusations like David Duchovny would play with himself in an Eastern European red-light district.
The last blog post rounds out option B., seeing as I am under the current impression that I am in fact crazy, or a hypocondriac.
I’m short and I’m terrified of the future, which I guess you could say means that I never want to grow up. I also have a thing for swordplay while wearing a green “smock/frock/tunic” thing. And goddamn, don’t even get me started on how I feel about deeply closeted, handlebar mustache sporting, mid-life crisis encountering, Dustin Hoffman looking, Robin Williams fighting, Rufio stabbing, pirates.
I’m gonna go watch Hook now.
BANGARANG, bitches
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