… is getting to pretend that I am a narwhal while using it.
Thank God we still have pencils, Tootsie Pops, and straws.
On a less tangential note, I will bust my ass tomorrow writing the winning story for that night. Voting ends whenever I get up in the morning and start to count. Although, let’s be honest, no amount of words I can ever produce will replace the empitness that lives inside each of us that we were born without some kind of awesome horn protruding from our foreheads to spear fish.
