As part of the “Tools that Must not be Suffered to Live” theme, Curtal Friar has some awful duct tape on display. To view it, it tears off little strips of my soul and leaves them stuck everyplace.
I forgot to ask him if they were real or p-shop. I think I forgot. If I didn’t forget I forgot that.
It’s been an awful day. The kind of work day that makes you wish you could be killed in a 3-way collision with an elephant and a flaming blimp before you get back to work tomorrow. The kind of day that makes you feel like you got gnawed on by sharks with frickin’ lasers on their heads.
More on this post later tonight when I unwiiiiiiiiiind.
Here’s a cute Dino Egg thing my daughter got me as a boy’s present for Father’s Day. It cracks out of it’s shell over a period of days.
You couldn’t make it up IF YOU TRIED.
Yoder’s contact with the [pre-menstrual minor] began with a random text sent to her phone. When the parents learned of their daughter’s contact with Yoder, they took control of her phone and continued communicating with Yoder, who sent about 600 texts, as well as [unclothed] photos and [naughty] videos to the her.
Is dragging a perv to death behind a horse and buggy a legal punishment?
Cruel Wife has sucked away all my time by asking about playsets for kids. Sooooo, no relaxation for me and I’ll post another Fark link for your convenience: Woman steals mink coat in her underwear.
Great Caesar’s Ghost! How big do you have to be to steal a mink coat in your underwear??? This big, apparently.