Name

Scampi

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A place where I post various projects and things I make on a whim.

I'm sort of like the guy who was really frustrated that his spoon wasn't spearing his carrots properly, so he used his knife to punish it for incompetence. When his rage had subsided, he realized he had accidentally made the spoon in the image of his lost love, the fork. But this was no Michelangelo; the tines were only 50% the length of what they should have been... and part of the pathetic non-stabby influence of the spoon remained! The next drunken words out his mouth were "I have to piss.", shortly followed by "No wait, I invented the spork.". But he didn't really invent the spork, because the tines were carved into the handle, not the cupped part. This somewhat unfortunate mistake delayed the invention of the spork by about 400 years until, thankfully, the next angry drunk got it right. So why am I like this strange man, and how does my story relate to his? The answer is clear. I'm not angry, or drunk. What?

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