Innocent plea for help solicits usual opinionated ranting.
A very flimsy explanation of what goes on in my head when I’m not thinking about tits and calculating an estimate for a new freelance project.
What happened when they asked me to design our family crest at school.
When some cretin makes a careless remark about your work, are you the type to raise a finger or dutifully hang yourself from your rope of broken dreams?
Ice your own burgerz.