Ok, it's the same name, but now it's IRONIC. Or is it......
Hi everyone. It’s been a year or so since we started this blog. We were feeling a little blasé about it. For the first time in a while I saw something vaguely blog-worthy, so we decided to kickstart the blog back into motion. It should have been a tumblr from the beginning, but whatever, here it goes.
I was walking along 24th all hum-dee-dum this morn waiting for something interesting to happen and ran into the following:
Don't you try to trap me, yo. I know where you live.
PBR on a wire. Probably connected to some sort of Rube Goldberg machine inside the building above causing a chain of events leading to a robot giving a dude in the bathroom of the attic a tattoo of Miley Cyrus in bondage gear. Kind of weak if you ask me. What kind of self-respecting missionite is going to jump up in the air for a PBR unless the streets are empty and someone’s snapping black and white photos from an angle that makes them look like they’re skybound? And plus, everybody knows that it’s Old Milwaukee cans now. Psshaw.
Alice Armstrong
Robby Aberdeen
