...for a different kind of girl

silent surburban girl releasing her voice, not yet knowing what all she wants to say about her life and the things that make it spin. do you have to be 18 to be here? you'll know when i know.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

poker? i hardly knew her!


I found this note penned by my Tool Man (who, it should be noted, is not a boy between the ages of 5 and 15, despite what his handwriting looks like) on our bedroom dresser last night. As he was already asleep when I noticed it, I couldn't ask him what's so important about Husky Nailer that he felt compelled to jot it down on a piece of paper that he'll inevitably leave on the bedroom dresser amidst various pens, screws, tire gauges and a J.R.R. Tolkien novel for weeks on end until I lose my mind and throw them all away, including the J.R.R. Tolkien novel, which I won't actually throw away but will perhaps hide, so I'm coming to you today, friends, to determine what you think Husky Nailer means. Is it:
(a) The breed and name of our neighbor's new dog
(b) A new pneumatic nail gun launching in the fall by Tool Man's tool company
(c) A fetish diagnosis
(d) The name of a lesser celebrity wrestler
(e) Tool Man's secret porn name
(f) Even worse - Tool Man's secret porn name for me, in which case this could be the last known document ever penned by this person
(g) None of the above
(h) Do most multiple choice tests actually have this many choices?
(i) I hope they don't look too closely at that photo because I need to dust that bedroom dresser
(j) All of the above

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