I had a conversation with my girlfriend that foreshadowed the drop of another ill patch from the homie Brry Bnds. It went something like this:
INT. MY KITCHEN — LATE MORNING
Me: "I’m gonna get a praying hands tattoo, I just need to decide if it's gonna be the traditional joint or the emoji."
Her: "Fuck you. You do realize that the emoji isn't even praying hands, right? It's a high five. Please, no more tattoos."
Me: "AYO, ARTISTIC INTENT ONLY MATTERS SO MUCH. THEY MEAN PRAYING HANDS TO ME. ONE TIME WE WERE DISCUSSING THE MEANING OF A ROBERT FROST POEM AND I WAS HARPING ON THE REPETITION OF 'AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP/AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP' AND MY PROFESSOR SAID, 'WHAT IF I TOLD YOU ROBERT FROST ONLY REPEATED THAT LINE BECAUSE HE COULDN’T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO RHYME? DOES IT CHANGE YOUR INTERPRETATION?"*
Her: "Give me my fucking french toast."
Anyways, Brry, quit killing your internet peers. It's just not even fair anymore. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU OTHER KIDS DOING? BRRY'S SELLING PATCHES AND ACCESSORIEZ, TRAVELING TO EASTERN EUROPE AND SHIT AND YOU'RE STILL ON TUMBLR ANSWERING ANONYMOUS STYLE QUESTIONS.
*I actually didn’t yell at her because you shouldn’t yell at your girl for no reason. That’s not cool.
