I know I sorta promised to post stuff tonight but I'm still so tired, I'm on pattern-recognition overdrive.
Rilly and truly; I was in the euphemism, touching up my coiffure (or something), when I had the sensation (oh, horrors!) of being watched!
The creepitude. The awfulness -- but where? Where? Then I saw it, on a shelf at eye level: the Angry Purple Samurai!
What have we done to annoy him so? How can we fix it?
And why is he on a can of air freshener?So I think you can see why I'll try again, tomorrow. Hey, at least I got the images out of my camera.
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