Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The Punctured Balloon
When I was six years old, Jeremy punctured my balloon at the kindergarten fair. It deflated into a saggy, wrinkled piece of rubber. And I cried.
Alas, all these years later, my childhood trauma at the kindergarten fair, reflected in a deflated douche nipple. Very traumatic.
Put on a shirt, Balloon Douche. You’re scarring our collective psyche all over again.
