So, you have come to the Aardvaark of Freedom. Perhaps you have done this out of curiosity, perhaps out of whimsy, perhaps you want us to fix all thats wrong with your life, perhaps you hate Aardvarks. Whatever your reason, please know that we are not here to indoctrinate you into a TV-dazed urban-speak clone like half the children on these blog things. We are not here to treat you to every last detail of our daily dullness. We are not network executives. We are not pastoral taxidermists, who rip-out the real you and replace it with with culture-safe stuffing. In fact, currently within the Aardvark's hallowed halls you will find no conformity at all. Yet we are unified and we are here. And we are here for each other. And next to the hokey-pokey, that's what it's all about.
The Aardvark of Freedom
We are young marmots. We are grape-flavored vacuum-cleaner salespersons. We are cheese and we are whiz, we are Ben and we are Jerry, we are freshly-shaved midget-ninja-eating fruit bats on crack. We are . . . The Aarvark of Freedom.