I have my own bad taste visual joke.
I ask if anyone wants to see my impersonation of Eric Clapton's downstairs neighbour.
Then I look up, and then look down quickly, as though I've watched something fall past my window.
Some people appreciate it. Clapton fans do not.
Like the ceramic skull on my desk at work named Elvis.
I ask if anyone wants to see my impersonation of Eric Clapton's downstairs neighbour.
Then I look up, and then look down quickly, as though I've watched something fall past my window.
Some people appreciate it. Clapton fans do not.
Like the ceramic skull on my desk at work named Elvis.
Dying to live, living to die.