Surprisingly, it’s delicious, and tastes nothing like groinal injury.
“I can connect to the mocha and the double espresso alright… But the skinny latte keeps rejecting the network key.”
…for the materialistic child?
The label on a box of light bulbs. Almost prophetic. The sheer lack of translation, however, lessens the philosophical blow somewhat
Found while clearing junk out of my childhood room. It’s nice to see my stunted sense of humour has survived the decades.