Does Being a Hipster continue into Undeath?

Stupid hipster. I so want to be you. I blame mass media for plastering your fun-loving life all over my TV.

When this idea popped into my head, I uncontrollably burst into laughter. When that happens, it tends to be in the worst possible place. This time it was in an elevator right after someone else farted. I remember thinking, “man, my laughter tastes like poop” and “that’s a great idea for a comic.” It also lead to some really awkward silence and unwarranted dirty looks from everyone in the elevator except that one chick – she was doing her best to avoid all eye contact.

I’d say I need to work on the filters in my brain to prevent the random shit that pops into my head from coming out, but why would I do things to make me less me?

My twitter feed is an unfiltered account of all of the times I farted in an elevator. You should follow me. Undead Llama’s Twitter