ALL Y’ALL whiners need to SHUT THE FUCK UP with your slippers, flyswatters, spatulas, and spoons.
You see, the humble wooden spoon was what I used to get from my MOTHER.
Conversely, this groovy, vintage, 1960s leather number, Mein Poppets…was what I used to get from my Step-Father.
THINK I DIDN’T?
PS) My harrowing childhood made me who and what I am…and though everyone has their own particular way to handle their own challenges from the past, I have found in my life that the only way to survive, vanquish, conquer, own, and endure…is to FUCKING THROW BACK MY GODDAMNED FLORIDA EVANS NECK and BELLY LAUGH AT MY SHIT. ALL OF IT.
And, so I do.