I love demolition derbies. I'd like nothing more than to whittle away my days at an endless grudge match and eventually expire due to complications resultant from inhaling exhaust fumes and excessive smiling. But "society" has deemed demolition derbies as so called 'white trash' and of little cultural worth. Thus I would be white trash and of little worth.
So I go to the opera and the symphony and enjoy those events. But then I drink a Mtn. Dew on the way home, which necessitates a visit to an art gallery....and so on and so on.
This is all really just prefacing my final statement, I used tape and cardboard to make a broken and discarded end table usable.
I'd say I'm due for a foreign film.
(Also it should be noted I finally own a couch)
