Mostly so I can pair them with that Mickey Mouse gas mask, estrange myself from friends and loved ones, and lurk around that abandoned tallow factory on the outskirts of town. I’ll maintain this routine until an urban legend builds around me, so that when those meddling kids discover my shambling frame of failing organs half a century later, I can triumphantly wheeze, “The Aristocrats!”
https://gizmodo.com/behold-the-mickey-mouse-gas-mask-from-world-war-ii-5888018
[Via Cartoon Brew]
