Monday, December 28, 2009

More Shit SB Says in a Comment

I hate that bitching sharpener on the big box of Crayolas. I only liked the brand new crayon points, all neatly aligned. After the paper on the crayons was shredded by the bitching sharpener, I was done with that shit. I would cry and howl (seriously, I'm not exaggerating here) until grandma and grandpa would take me to the dime store and buy me a whole new box.

Yes, I was a brat.


Ms. Moon said...

That sharpener left a lot to be desired.

Verification word: unryla
As in, (imagine a very southern accent here) "Miz Bastad, yew are unryla!"

Bethany said...

Yay, that was in MY comment section!
Funny you. I was a brat too but not THAT bad!
Thanks for visiting.

michelle said...

The sharpener never worked. But I did LOVE the smell of new Crayolas.

Syd said...

I didn't like that sharpener either.

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Me too, babe. I also dug the smell of Playdoh. And no, before you ask, I never ate it.

Love, SB.

Jeannie said...

I was never lucky enough to get the box with the sharpener. My mom was too fucking cheap. If I cried about something stupid I'd be offered to get something worth crying about.
I did love colouring though. To be honest, I never cared that the crayons were dull.

Ms. Moon said...

What? You never ate Playdoh? It was delicious. Far better than white paste.

Bethany said...

But white paste SMELLED so good and had that fascinating applicator!