Care in Language? Well, Sometimes…

My housemate just walked in here carrying what he described as a “rasta tribble” made of his own fallen hair and various detritus from under his desk.  I saw the thing, which was practically the size of a small cantaloupe, and screamed “AAAAUGH!  JESUS CHRIST!!”

Apparently I still swear like a goy when my guard is down…  Whoops.

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