Stop me if you’ve heard this one before
A few days ago I was feeling pretty crafty. So instead of going out and getting drunk that Friday night, I made a trip to Hobby Lobby instead. On the agenda? Curse word coasters made out of Scrabble tiles, of course.
I get back to my apartment, lay all my craft supplies out, and then this starts happening.
That’s those two assholes playing with shit behind my back.
And, let’s fast forward 10 minutes.
Those leftover Scrabble tiles are now scattered all around my room. And they hurt like hell when I step on them in the middle of the night. All part of their plan I’m sure.
Ps–There’s only one letter k tile in a Scrabble box, so you’ll be forced to choose “dick” or “fuck.”