my dance style ranges from white dad at a barbecue to stripper whose rent is due tomorrow
In this time of term papers I wanted to draw my patron deity, Bullshitticus, god of students and general last minute fudgery, sitting upon his Golden Futon, attended by the muses Caffeina and Thesaurae, whose powers of artificial energy and pretentious vocabulary can be invoked in case of the all-nighter.
I like to think he’s Dionysus’s second cousin or something.
This is genius…
all wise words from the sagest of the sage.
O Bullshitticus, master of my fate, please watch over me from now until the end of finals, amen.
me to all men ever: I’LL TAKE THE SEASICK CROCODIIIILE