Send. Me. The. Guitar.
All of you, send me the guitars with worm marks that bother you. I’ll take nice care of them.
“Paul, what’s this wormhole doing in my guitar?”
“Hmmm...based on a solution of the Einstein field equations, I’d say it’s linking separate points in Spacetime. More accurately, it’s a transcendental bijection of the spacetime continuum, an asymptotic projection of the Calabi–Yau manifold manifesting itself in Anti-deSitter space. The other end of the wormhole could be billions of light years away. Scientists have been looking for one of these for years...however, a simple error, even a wrong note, could trigger a rupture in the Spacetime continuum sufficient to collapse this universe, and several others. You’re going to have to send it to The Schefman Institute For The Study Of Spacetime Guitar Phenomena right away....And whatever you do, don’t wiggle that whammy bar!”
Couldn’t resist this Les!
My Pomegranate is on its way Les!
Not.
Because it is on the way to ME.
Megan Fox has stumpy thumb nails, I think I could get over that too.
If you did not recieve it by now, fed x must have lost it!!!!!
Speaking of being OCD about meaningless little details
it's not a meaningless little detail to me. And from your story I'm sure it wouldn't be a meaningless little detail to you. That being said, I've made my peace with it so you can stop trying to gaslight me.
Speaking of being OCD about meaningless little details, in the 80s I had a fairly special BMW that I both raced and entered in local car club concours events.
Yeah, I was that guy.
Anyway, one day my mother came to visit and asked me what on earth I was doing cleaning the car’s wheel wells with a brush about the size of a large toothbrush.
“I’m entering the car in a show, mom, and the judges are likely to stick a Q-tip in all the crevasses in the body panels and under the fenders trying to see if there’s any funky stuff, or if the car’s really clean.”
My mother watched for a minute or two, and then said, “Do you think you could pass that Q-tip test?”
Were you one of those unusual teenagers that kept their cave clean?