Zirealism

Lately, I've been picking uke tunes and singing like Elmer Fudd, "Wain dwops keep fawing on my head" Any song that has lots or R's and L's works well.

Aww, that's so depressing. This person seems to have suffered much, and to be so embittered and detached, he takes everything with a Chandler-like sarcasm, and cynicism. He feels the world is against him, and no matter what happens, even if it's something really abstract, if it could even remotely be taken as bad, then it was meant for him. Or not. Reminds me a little of myself.
Yes, I got all that from the picture. Also, is it just the rain, or is this an old man?

I'm not sure how he's feeling, it looks like he's being attacked by giant spermatozoa! Maybe he feels fertile...

Oh man does the line "Chandler-like sarcasm, and cynicism" mean that friends now replaces adjectives in this cruel cruel world.