It was a beautiful day; there were clouds in the sky, the sun wasn't shining as bright as it normally did, and the temperature was reasonably low for Texas. A man with a stoic face was calmly strutting down the sidewalk. His hair was slightly spiky and very blond, he had fingerless gloves on, and he was wearing pointy shades like the ones you see in anime. This was obviously the most coolest person you'd never see in your entire, pathetic life.
All was right in the world.
The man was just on his way to visit his favorite store when BAM! A sudden meteor/baby/pony combination smacked it down with the force of a thousand plush rumps.
For a moment, the man and the baby just gazed at each other with the most intense stares in the history of irony. There's just one thing missing...
SMACK!
The man slaps a pair of miniature shades onto the baby's face that are just as pointy and ironic as his own.
The two bask in the moment of irony before the man takes the baby home where it proceeds to have diarrhea all over his sweet new turntable in the most horribly ironic way.
This was going to be sadstuck.
Was.
This happened.