You may be wondering to yourself right now “why does that stunning braided beauty look like a crazy douchey hipster moron?” Let me explain. Over Memorial Day, I lost my new sunglasses down the shore (yes, I go to the shore- deal with it). To replace them, I started wearing my friend Myriah’s that she so kindly traded me for a Dr. Pepper chap stick. When one lens popped out today, I threw my hands up and surrendered realizing that maybe god doesn’t want to keep away my inevitable wrinkles and sun tearing. Aright fine…I don’t believe in god but if I did, I’m pretty sure he would be a mustachioed hipster riding a unicycle outside of a bike lane. How else can we explain the creation of birthers by anything other then irony?  

You may be wondering to yourself right now “why does that stunning braided beauty look like a crazy douchey hipster moron?” Let me explain. Over Memorial Day, I lost my new sunglasses down the shore (yes, I go to the shore- deal with it). To replace them, I started wearing my friend Myriah’s that she so kindly traded me for a Dr. Pepper chap stick. When one lens popped out today, I threw my hands up and surrendered realizing that maybe god doesn’t want to keep away my inevitable wrinkles and sun tearing. Aright fine…I don’t believe in god but if I did, I’m pretty sure he would be a mustachioed hipster riding a unicycle outside of a bike lane. How else can we explain the creation of birthers by anything other then irony?