Considering the epidemic of knife-crime (we used to call it 'stabbing' in the olden days) at the moment, this product seems in extremely bad taste. I've ordered two! (Not really) Get yours here.
No need to get extreme - I linked you after all! Not sure what kind of traffic you'll get from chez BB though. Unappreciative, I should imagine... I, on the other hand, am fully appreciative. So put those knives away, please.
I should have expected this. It happens all the time. Every time I get the chopper out, a lady complains and tells me to put it away! Thanks for the linkage.
The homunculus 'Micktrimble' was hatched in 'No Hope' hospital, Sutton Coldfield in spring '74. As Sutton Coldfield was slowly dying, the homunculus' progenitors put their creation into a rocket and fired it at nearby Erdington. A primitive place, but it was thought that the creature would blend in; his talents hidden. He spent his young life endlessly doodling and honing his skills at moaning. At the end of his first instar, he spawned two more homunculi. He is now shedding his skin ready for his second instar and sketching childish doodles for publication in journals for similarly weak-minded fools.
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No need to get extreme - I linked you after all!
Not sure what kind of traffic you'll get from chez BB though. Unappreciative, I should imagine...
I, on the other hand, am fully appreciative. So put those knives away, please.
I should have expected this. It happens all the time. Every time I get the chopper out, a lady complains and tells me to put it away!
Thanks for the linkage.
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