Donald Duck Fucked My Shit Up

Donald Duck Fucked My Shit Up

I have this weird memory floating around my head; it’s from kindergarten, maybe grade one. I want to say kindergarten because of the fact it was a presentation in a little classroom with what felt like hog-hair carpet. I’m sitting, cross-legged on the scratchy floor, watching two people in Donald Duck and Minnie Mouse costumes (respectively), in a surely unlicensed performance of “telephone etiquette basics.”

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