Midwood tries to make sense out of nonsensical events, but it doesn’t go well. At least he has the Ramones.

And you wonder why we’re anti-social; ok so not anti exactly, but in the yearbook it says ‘most likely to avoid pretty much everyone.’

You didn’t think you knew everything about Midwood did you? I love it when he gets all worked up.

The latest fashion of identifying as whatever the fuck you want is not at all what we mean when we talk about Halloween as a lifestyle. Are you sure you want to be like ‘everybody else’ when everybody else doesn’t know what they are but can only prove it by traumatizing people who don’t want to know or care? Now see what you’ve done?! Got The Producer all riled up. I’m now going to go practice my artistic skills and California dream a bit. Allow me to be paid to exist or I’ll spit in your stupidity flavored latte. (Blue is not a flavor.)