Thursday, March 21, 2013

Folked

I told him he couldn't watch "Casper the Friendly Ghost" while I was packing lunch, he could only watch it while I cleaned the catbox. He stomped to his room from whence came the sounds of crying. Within minutes, this:

That's it, boy. Pour all your despair, pain, and disappointment into your craft. It will serve you well.

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