Saw this book the other day. HAD to pick it up.
Started flipping through the pages. Wow. WOW!
This explains so much. My mother, aka The Demented, Unlicensed Dermatologist, would perform bizarre facial extractions on my tween mug, without my consent. She should have been a wrestler; she could snag me with her super-duper scissor/head lock combo in three seconds flat. Yo, Ma, you gave me a SERIOUS BRAIN INFECTION. (Better keep this revelation to myself; wouldn’t want the insurance demons to discover my pre-existing condition). Nevertheless, keep your grimy hands away from that T-zone …….
Note to Editors of this book: we’re talking HIGH SCHOOL, here – there is NO SUCH THING as well-adjusted OR emotionally mature. As you are all probably dead, it’s rather useless to ask you, “Were you experimenting with LSD when you published this?” Nevermind. I’m certain of it. There is no other reason you would add this DEPRESSING peak at the future….
Yes, these geezers look “ripe” – like Lois, the corpse flower currently blooming at HMNS. The only activity I can’t see is the person in the background calling the funeral director about the two zombies playing checkers. Can’t even address the “inexpensive hobby” and “companionship” stuff. Dead Editors, could you not have punted “old age” and directed your attention to high school booger pickers? Now that’s a health issue, I’ll tell you. And Leonard E., wherever you are, your nasty fetish grossed me out from fourth grade to HS graduation. I pray every single night you are not a dentist.
High School … who doesn’t have a yearbook with the phrase, “Don’t ever change!” written in it. Apparently, there are some people who took this seriously and haven’t – after millions of years. Keep your hands to yourself, off yourself, … whatever. I’ve got to go rest my brain infection.