See, I told you this stuff was made out of ground up demon parts. With apologies to the fine folks at the Play-Doh corporation.

I think only the self-righteous, self-important, self-absorbed self-whatever Mommies of the world really like this stuff.  You know, the Mommies who are all like "My little darling can write her name, and knows the national anthem, and she can figure the square root of pi to the tenth decimal point." You know them.  You know you do.  They also say things like "I don't want to stifle his creative spirit" like little Jimbo might possibly grow up to be something other than the somewhat grimy, nose-picking cow-lick-sporting champ that he is today.

Because really, what about any of this could possibly be construed as good?

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