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#0055. GOTHS WHO GO TO DISNEYLAND, THEN ACT ALL MISERABLE.
Look at little that goth boy. There he is, in the Magic Kingdom, standing in front of Cinderella's Golden Carousel no less, and yet still he's acting all miserable. I mean for Christ's sake, do these goths never lighten up?
In fairness, he's only a little kid. Maybe he'll grow out of it. Unlike, say, this man...
... who, judging from the whole 'check-me-the-fuck-out' nature of his pose, appears to have got Minnie Mouse confused with the bass-player from Nine-Inch Nails. Even his daughter's giving Mickey the shit-eye.
That's nothing. You haven't seen 'goths-who-go-to-Disneyland-then-act-miserable' until you've seen two dark princesses attempting to look all tormented while riding the MAD HATTER'S FUCKING TEA-CUPS!
Look at them, desperately trying not to have fun. I mean even Death has a laugh on the Tea-Cups.
If I was a parent going to Disneyland, I'd just leave my goth son/daughter in the car. Let them be moody in the Peugeot while I get my Goofy hat on and head for It's A Small World. Obviously I'd make sure to leave a window open.
Because remember folks: goths die in hot cars.
Look at little that goth boy. There he is, in the Magic Kingdom, standing in front of Cinderella's Golden Carousel no less, and yet still he's acting all miserable. I mean for Christ's sake, do these goths never lighten up?
In fairness, he's only a little kid. Maybe he'll grow out of it. Unlike, say, this man...
... who, judging from the whole 'check-me-the-fuck-out' nature of his pose, appears to have got Minnie Mouse confused with the bass-player from Nine-Inch Nails. Even his daughter's giving Mickey the shit-eye.
That's nothing. You haven't seen 'goths-who-go-to-Disneyland-then-act-miserable' until you've seen two dark princesses attempting to look all tormented while riding the MAD HATTER'S FUCKING TEA-CUPS!
Look at them, desperately trying not to have fun. I mean even Death has a laugh on the Tea-Cups.
If I was a parent going to Disneyland, I'd just leave my goth son/daughter in the car. Let them be moody in the Peugeot while I get my Goofy hat on and head for It's A Small World. Obviously I'd make sure to leave a window open.
Because remember folks: goths die in hot cars.
