But I can’t, because I’m a grown up!!
Related: Does anyone want my bad found art and framed photographs of funny-looking families from the ’70s? They should have a place where you can donate everything you ever collected ironically, for the next generation, because I don’t even know what to do with all this stuff anymore. It’s still funny to me, but, like, you know, adulthood. Damn it!
Wait though, do dudes even have to think of this stuff? Maybe I’ll hang on to my Sound of Music commemorative plates for a few more years after all, just in case Lena Dunham wins us some home decor aesthetic equality or something.
* Creatively-blocked trend story writers: you know what to do now.