KnucklHed BBQ
Babbling Farker
...I pondered the bizarre irony of the moment I found myself in... it was late, I was tired and too lazy to cut up vegetables for a salad, but of course thought nothing of firing up the kettle to sear a flat iron to make that same salad worth eating.
What sort of illness do we have that allows our heads to twist reality in this way? and justify it?
What sort of illness do we have that allows our heads to twist reality in this way? and justify it?