Sweet holy hell. Behold, my dream job.
People would looked at me funny for sniffing payphones, mashing Fig Newtons onto walls, and throwing pasta at crack houses to see if it would stick (yep--overnight), and along comes "Will It Blend?" to bring form and purpose to my childish visions.
Le sigh . . .
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