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Yummy Yummy Yummy

We’re torn about what to put on my gravestone. The frontrunners are “It’s ​s​tupid” and “Fucking ​bullshit.” It has been brought to my attention that I complain a lot, and my complaints begin with either one of those instant condemnations, usually the one follows the other, like lightning.​​ I pretty much wake up saying that shit and then I make it rain complaints. “Yummy ​yummy ​yummy​ ​in ​my ​bummy” is apparently another ​close contender. “Because​ for some godforsaken reason,” said Dylan, “you like to say that too.”

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