Re: All I Got Left is My THREAD BOMBS!
Because this is the Holidays this might come in handy either as a well-meaning compliment or as pure, wiseass sarcasm:
I'm guessing the latter.
That sucker should be getting a lot of use around here.
We are quicksilver, a fleeting shadow, a distant sound... our home has no boundaries beyond which we cannot pass. We live in music, in a flash of color... we live on the wind and in the sparkle of a star! Endora, Bewitched