More inane absurdity for your ears this week, thanks to an old can of wood stain I found while cleaning out the painting supplies for the local high school's theatre department. You can find it all over my social media (tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram - Insta is where a lot of my new poetry shows up these days, in the caption FYI). Just the word "woo" instead of "wood" made me giggle - yes giggle; not chuckle, smile, laugh, bray, snicker, chortle, etc. I giggled. Because it said "woo." Look at the photo, it's hilarious in context.
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