Teeth. Lots of teeth. Like 30-40 a day. Sometimes the teeth don’t turn out right. I turn those into jewelry. Sometimes I forget to take them out of my pockets at the laundromat and I have to explain to the lovely Vietnamese couple why there are teeth in their machines. Sometimes I give them to friends, sometimes to strangers. One time I even gave a tooth a pair of titties!
Trouble
Men angry.
A ruckus
Bad music and decent food
Poor decisions.
Stupid comments
A grown man cry.
Sweet cherry pie?
Websites and 3D prints
my body is a machine that operates a machine that turns plastic into mostly scrap plastic.
A lot of programs/scripts only I would ever use. I still make the source code public for them anyway in case someone is actually looking for a program like mine.
Mind sharing, or is it too much personal info? I dabble in programming every few years, love seeing others’ projects.
I make small fortunes. Its really quite easy. You see, I start with a large fortune…
Big rocks into little rocks
Horrifyingly, name checks out.
Strongest butt cheeks east of the Mississippi!
In reality, I’m simply a geologist
Poor life decisions and decent meatballs
Cakes, Blankets, trouble, and Christmas ornaments.
Chain Mail
ow my arm hairs
ow my pubes
That’s pretty sicknasty, what a cool thing to make
thank you!
