This post contains … something. I … it’s … the thing is — guys, I don’t know. I don’t — I just … I don’t know. I don’t know.
I feel drunk. That is the best way to explain this. I feel drunk. I watched this and I feel all discombobulated. The kind of discombobulated where I have to pronounce it “discombobbalated” and not on purpose because I’m all wonky, head-wise.
So, I’m at real-life-work yesterday, minding my own, when an alert pops up on my phone. Dustin Rowles has posted a link on my Facebook. “Dustin Rowes, from the internet?” I gasp with glee. “He of very famous fame? What could he possibly want of little ole me? Why, it must be some kind of wondrous gem from the classiest, most magical shires of the webspace.”
And it was, my friends. It was.
Watch this. And do what comes naturally. Be it tears, be it laughter, be it spontaneous violence and arson, be it furious masturbation (statistically speaking, that will be the case for at least four of you, and I’m not here to judge you for it), do what you must to cope with what you’re about to witness.
This is a safe place to discuss your feelings, my little squeezy balls. Feel free to talk about everything that’s just gone on in your mind, your soul.
Because mine looks a lot like this: