Tag: Arms

Rubric – 03:13GMT

Shattering the windows at an even more exclusive pace than those fridge poliwollies is really something that needs to be examined closely under the pretense of otherworldly dental floss protection strategies. If we’ve sufficiently followed our rubric, we should be reaching the peak of exceptional boredom any second. Where we go from there is not included in said rubric, however. Whoever came up with this curriculum has really left a lot to be desired. How can anyone construct a lesson plan without including any geriatric tofu wanderers? That concept should have been explored first, along with pocket-size jean stompers. Any idiot would know that. ANY idiot would know that.

I really wish I could use my arms.

Straight Jacket – 09:43GMT

I decided for once in my life that I would wear a jacket that perfectly aligned to the verticality of my person, straight up and down–no dips or dives, no bacon tendencies.

I called upon my faithful servant to acquire one pre-ironed, pre-steamed, pre-drycleaned, pre-treated, you name it. Nothing but the best for this outstanding gentleman.

Nothing transpired of the whole ordeal. Just another afternoon of grandiose interstellar transpondership in which nobody understood who really runs the show–who among us does?

I really wish I could use my arms.