When we were 18, we also fancied ourselves to be writers, filmmakers, smokers, romantics and visionaries.
We weren’t any of those things. We were just maladjusted, hormonal teens with a notebook and a pen, a crappy hi-8 video camera, a pack of cowboy killers, and many stupid dreams that didn’t pan out.
We also listened to a lot of “punk music.” Still, we had enough sense to know that posting anything with autoplay was just bad taste. Of course, we were being bombarded with MIDI versions of Blink 182 on GeoCities pages.
Through Shitwaffles, we get to relive that awkward and shameful time in our lives. No part of us wants to relive that, not even our fun.
Pros: We were stuck in such a time warp of self deprecation that we really questioned if that was a turtle or a frog, which served as a wonderful breaking point for us to switch to hard liquor.
Update: It appears that Shitwaffles has shuffled off of this tumblcoil. Catch the Google cache while you can.
