ragbag:

mil.ls

you know that feeling when it’s your bachelor party and one of your bros wheels up a giant cake dripping with buttercream frosting and instead of candles it has sparklers and then technicolour confetti starts raining from the ceiling while the dj crossfades to ace of bass and you can tell—even through your inebriation and euphoria—that the cake in front of you more than likely has a stripper inside of it and that that stripper is gonna have all the right parts in most of the right places or most of the right parts in all the right places and then you start getting this awkward semi and fear that one of your bros may try and cameraphone it to facebook but you don’t really care because: cake, sparklers, strippers and ace of bass?

well, that is more or less the same feeling i feel every time this guy’s posts or tweets materialise in my rss feed—which makes his upcoming 7 week oriental odyssey the biggest coitus iterruptus of them all.