Nineteen eighty-four, what a great time.
If the option were a possibility, I’d ditch what’s become of this ghey world and go back to those days of Out of the Cellar, Defenders of the Faith, Terminator, my high school girlfriend, the A-Team, Family Ties, two genders, phaggots being marginalized and occasionally beaten to a pulp, Pakis and sand neegars being openly hated, prime Heather Locklear, Miami Vice, awesome cars, chocolate faces accepting their second-class citizenship, Ronald McDonald in every third commercial, freaking us the fuck out, chicks with HOT bushes/no tattoos/no green hair/dignity, etc.