About ten years ago, I started saving my finger and toenail clippings. At first I put them in an old dixie cup but when that got too full, I doubled down and kept it going, putting them into a larger mason style jar. Well now, that jar is almost full.
I’ve contemplated through the years of what to do with them; Do I dump the contents onto and into the assholes car who parks too close to mine? Pile them up on a jerk neighbors porch or mail them loosely to another fucker(s) who once pissed me off? Etc.
We’re talking about two huge heaping handfuls of what many would find disgusting, shavings of me.
The obsession part is I kinda want to be there to watch the expression of the recipient(s). I feel that would make my hobby more complete.
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This is the rant the Editor of the Mercury made a special note of on Blogtown today. So commenters; I’ll be taking a 24 hour protest, and stay off I/A for regrouping myself. We can do better. I like the Editor because he is so damn funny, but 24 hours and I will come back more aware.
When I was a teenager, I saved all the white goo from the zits I popped in an empty jar. That jar sat on a shelf in my garage for decades until I mistook it for mayonnaise one time and… well, I’m sure you can imagine what happened.
Add them to your kale smoothie.
Wow. There must be a scientific name for an editor of a failed community paper that sold out to mobile advertising, and is now frantically trying to fill content with increasingly disgusting self confessions as all the real human beings induce vomiting and jump ship. Honestly dude, just skip to the suicide note.