Home Is Where the Fart Is.

The definition of Home is so messed up.

Like, who the fuck came up with Home is where your Heart is.

That’s bullshit.

My heart’s in Kim Kardashian’s booty. Does that make me homeless?

Bullshit definition.

Then if you’re heartless, you’re homeless?!

The HIPS (short for Heartless Insensitive People’s Society) would be very unhappy about this. And i like to see HIPS happy. Because HIPS don’t lie.

(I know this is bullshit… sorry)

Let’s redefine HOME for clarity.

HOME is a place where you can fart freely without a care.

I can fart at the bus-stop, you’re saying bus-stop is my home?

Fucking retard.

Wait, sir… calm down sir…calm down… let me use my intelligence to sodomize your stupidy and make some room for wisdom.

I said, Home is a place where you can fart freely…FREELY…

Fucking a hundred people are judging when you expel flatulence at the bus stop, no freedom there.

You know what’s home?

Your Office Toilet.

You can freely fart there in whatever scale, melody or chord progression you want.

That’s where you go when your boss yells at you and you’re shattered.

That’s where you go when you want to go home but can’t go home.

That’s HOME!

Think about it.