Your Parent’s Basement, USA – Let me guess. You are sitting in your parent’s basement. I know it’s technically your own apartment because your drunk uncle put a door in, and technically you come and go as you please, but your parents are still walking around above your head, right? Well you know what else they’re doing?

They’re laughing at you. Loudly. You can’t tell because you’re listening to the new Shins and you’re blogging about how great it is. How do I know? Because my grandma blogged about it from beyond the grave. She says that Hitler really digs it. My grandma may have been instrumental in causing the AIDS epidemic, but she’s not stupid. She hates your blog and Hilter thinks you need to punch up the jokes a little bit. Come on. It’s not like you’ve got rent to pay.

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