Metal is Awful
The first in an occasional series: Pictures of people unconvincingly throwing devil horns 
Today’s installment: Your dad’s younger sister (“don’t call me Auntie Madeline, call me Maddie”).
It’s Christmas and she’s had one sherry too many. Now she’s demanding you tell her all about this Norwegian Death Heavy Metal thing she just read about in the New Yorker recently. In about five minutes time she’ll move on to talking about body piercing before asking you if you want to go see that new Hungry Games film with her.

The first in an occasional series: Pictures of people unconvincingly throwing devil horns 

Today’s installment: Your dad’s younger sister (“don’t call me Auntie Madeline, call me Maddie”).

It’s Christmas and she’s had one sherry too many. Now she’s demanding you tell her all about this Norwegian Death Heavy Metal thing she just read about in the New Yorker recently. In about five minutes time she’ll move on to talking about body piercing before asking you if you want to go see that new Hungry Games film with her.