A PSA about how Moran is absolute trash
The other night I had a dream that there had been some kind of apocalyptic disaster and everyone was running around trying not to die and my glasses had been lost. I am a goddamn mole–I can barely see six inches in front of my face. So dream-me sort of accidentally rebuilt society during the Epic Search for Prescription Lenses. I literally had a dream about rebuilding a post-apocalypse society just so I could have a pair of glasses, and the horrifying part is that it’s actually something I would do. Like “yeah, I’m sorry that the apocalypse happened and all, but come on, guys, priorities.”
This has been a PSA about how Moran is absolute trash.
