I wish I knew what this handbill meant, other than what is already known: Europe gets all the colorful dik. I hope, in the most mildewed corner of my heart, that this poster was designed by a unicorn that escaped from Buchenwald in 1945.
It was cold as hell outside, so I took cover in a high school gymnasium during a JV basketball game. The players were awkward. The squeaks of their shoes ricocheted off the walls dozens of times before hitting the ears, and the cheerleaders made me dribble doubly. Eventually, the glares I received from parents far outweighed my need to leer, so I grabbed my coat and reintroduced my cheeks to the biting air outside.
Next time, I’ll wear my Chupa Cabra suit and pretend I’m a misplaced mascot. Everyone loves mystical creatures, including cheerleaders. Oh, you thought that a unicorn’s horn is purely there for decoration? It’s for goring Nazis and whoring Nancys, too.
[via perongeluk]