Finished my last mid-term today. Aced it, as usual. *snap*
Remember that stick (or in my case, coat hanger) that your mother used to keep on top of the refrigerator? I know you do. Don't mind that chill in your spine, it's just a memory.
We all love our home and our mothers, but when she pulled that thing down you might as well have been living in the Tower of London, am I right?
Now some clever Christian has found a devious way to hide that device of holy retribution in plain sight. Now that baby may look like a harmless piece of kitsch, but guaranteed, that is Grade-A, Scripture imprinted butt-whoopin' material, no doubt.
And trust me: it will hurt you worse than it hurts her, every time.
My mother used to beat me about the head with a rusty Humor-Blogs.com.