"When I started to explore as a kid I found a shovel that had the perfect size handle. Perfect shape, texture everything. Well I needed an excuse to use it so I would be cleaning up the yard a lot to remove tree stumps. Well once I was "using" it and thank fucking god I had a long coat on because while it was inside me my dad comes right up next to me and it looks like I'm just sitting and I tell him I was taking a break. But in reality... You know what was going on."


comment ne pas croire que c'est une maladie mentale avec ce genre de trucs