Just ask this guy.
(While you've got pooping on the brain, check out this smartass bloggery my Google image search turned up.)
Somewhere in between these paragraphs, my mouse decided to die and my devious plan to go in to work 45 minutes late failed...so there are obviously forces working against my blogging efforts. I generally laugh in the face of such things, but since I gotta work to get paid, I'll be experimenting with this thing called minimalism.
The other day, I was perusing the toy section. I thought I might get lucky and score an eyeful of sweet underage child, but, alas, that wish was not fulfilled. Instead, I found this pack of "magic" finger traps. I never really understood the appeal, until I noticed the quantity included:
Unless you're a dactyl, you've got one finger trap left over. Whatever could these sweet underage children be using the sixth one for?
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