Heaven sent this message for a reason! We can’t stare at it with blind eyes while the rest of the world sleeps. What kind of people would we be if we just let a pair of kitchen shears go by the wayside?! We need to give them a proper home before they end up as … Continue reading Shear[s]crap
Substance abuse caters to the infinitely patient and unlikely tortoise shell comb, unbreakable and unwilling to change its sorry status as a tool of man–it’ll live out its days as an unrepentant drone, content to wallow in the vanity drawer with the brushes and lotions of the world.
I have no use meddling with some cute piddly melody if nothing of substance ever becomes of it–nay, there are too many jokers caught in this farmer’s market [and not enough bok choy to go ’round].
While I’ve got your attention, I have a couple things I need to get off my chest. For starters, this shirt is really bunching at my armpits. You don’t mind if I take it off, do you? Well, I’m taking it off either way, so your opinion really doesn’t mean squat to me at the … Continue reading I’m Not Offended that You Vomited
This arrow has too many feathers for my liking. I can understand their utility up to a certain point, but I fail to see the point of a dozen. Doesn’t wind resistance hamper any semblance of aerodynamic effectiveness? And come to think of it, where did those feathers come from? How many birds must you … Continue reading Kill to Fill