I was downtown with my boyfriend and we walked into Urban Outfitters...or Urban Heritage...some Urban clothing store that also sells record players and gag gifts, anyways; we walked in and noticed a big pile of unconventional stamps. My boyfriend picked one up and showed it to me: it was probably the best stamp I'd ever seen in my life, but alas, I decided not to get it. Twenty minutes later we walked out of the store after purchasing a Nintendo 64 controller (still in its packaging), and to my surprise my boyfriend pulled out the very stamp I had been eying: he liberated it for me!
I know what you're thinking: he got you a stamp...best boyfriend ever! Yeah I know, and it's not just any old stamp: it's a cussy wussy stamp, with swears and all that jazz! The stamp says "Fucking Fantastic" which pretty much sums up my feelings about it.
When I'm done University I want to get into teaching English, hopefully abroad (I know the grammar in my blogs is cringe-worthy, but lay off it's free flow writing), and once I held that stamp in my hand I had a vision: Professor McCready, marking his student's assignments with a big red star surrounded by the words "Fucking Fantastic".
I've included a picture of what that vision would look like, and I hope you enjoy it.
Until next time,
L.L.L
M.J.M
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