Oh I get it. It’s funny because the lollipop is like a dick going in and out of his mouth.
Didn’t realize those boxes were in German. Thanks bing.
Every time the dude in the apartment below me comes home he says to his girlfriend: “schmoopy! Your schmoopy pants is home.” That or some iteration of it involving the word schmoopy. This used to annoy me a lot. Now I kind of find it endearing. I mean, I don’t know them. They could be awful people who put cigarettes out on babies. But who am I to get annoyed by the way couples talk to each other, especially when they don’t think anyone else is listening? Emily and I say stupid nothings in dumb voices to each other all the time.
When I was 13 I was really into D&D but I also felt really guilty about it because of my good Christian upbringing and had heard all of these stories about how “that’s how the devil gets in.” I mean, it makes sense. Of course the devil gets inside you when your druid rolls a miss with her +3 sickle. Anyway, of my own 13 year-old, misguided and guilt ridden volition, I literally chopped up like eight D&D dungeon master guides and players manuals and other ephemera with an axe in my mom’s backyard (with an axe!). I was trying to be symbolic in the best way a 13 year-old knows how to (and some adults too, unfortunately). My mom came out and asked me what I was doing and I said something dramatic like “I can’t do this anymore!” and I teared up and she was really confused because she didn’t give a shit if I liked fantasy stuff, devil or no. The whole experience has colored and stitched itself into everything I have ever done since. EYE E: to this day, I still feel guilty about the things I like, try to destroy them and harbor resent towards anything that gives me comfort. It’s dumb.
Thanks everyone, this has been a really great therapy session.