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?
Chick tracts!