The goodies hath been reduced to scrounging for intoxicating substances.
It has been alleged that we belong to the 60s subculture of “freaks”.
saturday night: scouring pots, desperate housewifery, cross-country whisky revelry, and queer mugs.
please, please, please mr. socrates…
GMTMPS = gratuitous mocking of tumblr mirror pics saturday
We, the Goodies, sit here - as one, in a wholely large state of depression.
We, the Goodies, sit here - as one, in a collective panic attack.
We, the Goodies, sit here - as one, pondering the four stages of coping.
We, the Goodies, sit here - as one, listening to melancholy sounds.
We, the Goodies, sit here - as one, envying the fact that Blanche DuBois is better off than we.
We, the Goodies, sit here - as one, contemplating the fact that it might be fleas that are currently attacking us.
We, the Goodies, sit here - as one, and lament.
