It’s Our Motto Around Here: “Ow, That F***ing Hurt”
I knew he was alright when he muttered a swear at the end.
(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
You Got Like, Three Feet Of Air That Time
You know, if Brutalist architects and planners didn’t make every city in the world into a hardscape end-of-the-world East German nightmare , Borderline Sociopathic Boys wouldn’t slide all over them and paint their names on the blank concrete walls.
Apparently, All The Readers Of The BSBFB Should Just Move To Finland And Find A Pale Princess In A Cableknit Sweater And Make Little Lapps
Snow-Man Cave
The true Borderline Sociopathic Boy builds his own man cave in the winter. It’s usually warmer in there than the living room in your house, because dad keeps reading the oil bill and turning the thermostat down.