Nothing ever happened here

We usually say words. Sometimes the words are funny. We usually marry the words with a picture. Sometimes the picture is funny. Every now and again, the words and pictures are funny. When this fluke happens, we don’t ask questions and just go with it. Tonight it changes. Because we’re as deep as a puddle, this is probably the most profound thing this collective will ever do. Tonight, we turn the whole thing on it’s head and present nothing: