My hatred for washing clothes and my disdain for society's complete and utter acceptance of the pen was further exagerated by a terrible incident that took place last night. As I happily opened the door to the dryer to obtain that which covers my nakedness, I encountered a horrible, grisly scene: A SARASA 0.7 tip Zebra writing utencil had exploded and debauched $250 worth of jeans, boxers, sweaters and t-shirts.
A sampling of the wanton destruction caused by...the pen.
Why do we even wear clothes anyway? 'It's caused nothing, but, disaster.'
2 comments:
Hahah, they look like acid-wash jeans now!
Good to see you have a slightly more professional place to vent your well-formulated thoughts. I'm also glad I don't have to register to comment.
did you try the alcohol?
ps, i don't understand/usually can't read the word verification box.
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