A friend of mine lives in Vermont. He told me about a house that used to give our little black-and-white comics full of Republican-flavour Christian propaganda that were so bad he actually thought they were parody. But, yeah, fuck all that shit. If it doesn’t make your spit hurt, what’s the point?
I remember my mom going through my candy looking for razor blades or whatever.
We also had to keep our animals inside because they might be stolen for satanic rituals.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satanic_panic
Tbf, not as bad as getting raisins or a toothbrush.
A friend of mine lives in Vermont. He told me about a house that used to give our little black-and-white comics full of Republican-flavour Christian propaganda that were so bad he actually thought they were parody. But, yeah, fuck all that shit. If it doesn’t make your spit hurt, what’s the point?