So on Saturday I was roused from my bed by a Jehovah's Witness. I didn't cuss him out because he had his young niece with him. With their religion he'll have plenty of explaining to do in the years to come, and I didn't think I should make things worse by introducing the concept of 'skunk-whoring' at such a tender age. Anyway, later on that evening, I decided to make my own artistic creation using nothing more than the literature I received and my trusty knife.
It was certainly more fun than actually reading them.
Be back soon,