Repeated overuse of the word 'gnarly' is in and of itself, not, gnarly. And I used to think you were the cute one, Mr. Young Guns, Wild Bill Cody. Me-ow!



Now you just make my eyes bleed. Meh.

Thanks.

I just want to know, what happened to my sacred, prime-time and late evening news knitting time? How on earth did that one creep in and bite me in the ass? I swear I almost dropped stitches!