Mr. Fungus
There’s a vague familiarity to this HCwD comingling but I just can’t place it. It’s like a foot fungus that comes back after a year or so. You find yourself absentmindedly scratching the bottom of your foot without quite realizing that it’s your old friend, Mr. Fungus.
I can’t tell if bandana boy and his lithe little cupcake have made past appearances or not, probably because I don’t want to recall that traumatic memory.
Instead I will focus on the fact he’s holding one of the rarest of the Ubiquitous Red Cups, the Blue Cup. And I will focus on see through tight white t-shirts that make me praise Ganesh.