Let’s just say that — in the distant past — mistakes were made.
Now — per unpublicized additions to Federal law — I may not sleep within 1 mile of a box of crayons or can of play-doh or within three feet of a door opening inward.
Indeed. However, if sleeping three feet from inward opening doors is the price I must pay to secure our nation’s priceless supply of unmodified pencil sketches — and any large mining machinery in the vicinity — I am happy to bear it.
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Those rocks changed… Something sinister is going on here!
It must be this accursed left hand of mine! Forever re-drawing things while I sleep.
For heavens sake man! You should get that checked out! God forbid you leave a carton of crayons within reach of your freshly painted walls!
Let’s just say that — in the distant past — mistakes were made.
Now — per unpublicized additions to Federal law — I may not sleep within 1 mile of a box of crayons or can of play-doh or within three feet of a door opening inward.
That’s some.. uh, epic jail time you got there.
Indeed. However, if sleeping three feet from inward opening doors is the price I must pay to secure our nation’s priceless supply of unmodified pencil sketches — and any large mining machinery in the vicinity — I am happy to bear it.
What if the door opens both ways?
I’ll go insane from lack of sleep, of course.
(Nice gravatar, by the way!)
Oh thanks. That’s a picture of the cutest, meanest cat who ever lived.