Boxing Day Ticket
A celebration as old as time itself*, YGB Boxing was later gentrified by St Augustine and traditions such as drinking Hennessy and Ginger-ale were traded for shallow pagan ideals such as kissing under the mistletoe and having lunch with your family.
Millennia later, we find ourselves at a standstill in the development of humanity. A proverbial traffic light holding at bay our will for self destruction, constricted to trivial dinner table conversation of nothingness and circular anti-antivax rhetoric.
THIS BOXING DAY however, we shall pray to the Field of Bloom that the orange light of luminescence be shun down upon us sinners so that we again can dance merry on illicit substance with random strangers long into the afternoon until we inevitably utter something deeply inappropriate that we will then mull over half conscious in backseat of uber confessional, oversharing with a man we wish was the dad we never had.
*apply concept of general relativity.
A celebration as old as time itself*, YGB Boxing was later gentrified by St Augustine and traditions such as drinking Hennessy and Ginger-ale were traded for shallow pagan ideals such as kissing under the mistletoe and having lunch with your family.
Millennia later, we find ourselves at a standstill in the development of humanity. A proverbial traffic light holding at bay our will for self destruction, constricted to trivial dinner table conversation of nothingness and circular anti-antivax rhetoric.
THIS BOXING DAY however, we shall pray to the Field of Bloom that the orange light of luminescence be shun down upon us sinners so that we again can dance merry on illicit substance with random strangers long into the afternoon until we inevitably utter something deeply inappropriate that we will then mull over half conscious in backseat of uber confessional, oversharing with a man we wish was the dad we never had.
*apply concept of general relativity.
A celebration as old as time itself*, YGB Boxing was later gentrified by St Augustine and traditions such as drinking Hennessy and Ginger-ale were traded for shallow pagan ideals such as kissing under the mistletoe and having lunch with your family.
Millennia later, we find ourselves at a standstill in the development of humanity. A proverbial traffic light holding at bay our will for self destruction, constricted to trivial dinner table conversation of nothingness and circular anti-antivax rhetoric.
THIS BOXING DAY however, we shall pray to the Field of Bloom that the orange light of luminescence be shun down upon us sinners so that we again can dance merry on illicit substance with random strangers long into the afternoon until we inevitably utter something deeply inappropriate that we will then mull over half conscious in backseat of uber confessional, oversharing with a man we wish was the dad we never had.
*apply concept of general relativity.
