Which means that it is time for me to share my very favorite Minchin song of all time with you maniacs.
Now, I do a lot of joking about dirty hippies. Mainly because it’s fun. But the truth is that as a child of the ’90s who tries to emulate all things Wednesday Addams and Marilyn Manson, there is always been a soft spot in my heart for a dreadlocked, homeless-looking hippie man.
And the softest spot in my wasted heart for hippie men is reserved for Tim Minchin and his canvas bags.
I just wanna rub my face on that beard like a cat.
All. Damn. Day.
In other news, my kids do weird shit at the bus stop every day, and today we have a river/chicken dance combo going on.
So that’s fine.
Make it stop.