This struck me as funny.
Men who live in tee pees shouldn’t throw lightning bolts.
I keep thinking that sticker should say “Hello, my name is death.”
I remember playing with a lot of things as a child that could only be described as fake.
Fake eyeglasses, fake guns, fake diamond rings, fake playsets… but we were broke. We had a good excuse.
What’s their excuse eh? Can’t afford a real one?