Do I have powers mere mortals can not comprehend?
Do I take pride and enjoy my career of harvesting their souls?
If I don’t make out a grocery list, do I forget at least one important item at the store?
EVERY DAMN TIME.
Ya know, having a face and head full of pins isn’t as glamorous as one might think and to be honest, it’s made dating, along with pretty much every other social activity, a real hassle. But is this dude shakin’ his rump at some pity party? Ah, hell no.
If life hands ya lemons, make lemonade.
If life hands ya a face full of pins, slap post-it notes on ’em. It works for me.
Well, I better get rollin’ to the store. The tater-tot casserole ain’t gonna make itself AND I’m completely out of cream-of-mushroom soup.
So until next time,
Oh wait, hey, I wanna briefly address the whole “Pin Head” thing. I’m not going to lie, the name calling hurts. Pin Head, seriously? What would make anyone think that’s acceptable? My name is Bill. Well it’s actually William, but I prefer to be called Bill…or Willie.
Bless your soul,