Sometimes it sucks to be a door

23 11 2009

You know, we all have bad days. We get frustrated. We want to scream, cry, yell, eat cookies – whatever. Women tend to either scream or cry, we’re not violent getter-upseters. Men, they punch, break, steal, and plunder? things. But, no matter what, I don’t think I would ever take out my frustrations on something that didn’t do anything to me.

Rampage Jackson gives me a perfect example of what I am referring to: (I feel really sorry for this poor door)

Ouch. I wonder if he got a splinter.

-Molly BEE

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