Oops, sorry I disappeared before!
I pulled out this thing that my dad said was a spork, but it wasn't. It was a spoon with like... spikes, and it was very deep. My dad had told me to get a spoon, and I asked if he wanted that kind, but he was like "no, that's not a spoon, it's a spork!" So I promptly told him, no, that was not a spork; a spork is a spoon that has a three-pronged front, like a fork. So my mom came over to look at it and told me that it was most definitely a spork, and we went back and forth for a bit about it. I was trying so, so hard not to crack up.
My skin is breaking out, and I'm not happy.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 7/3/06 at 08:42 PM