So I'm standing there, doing my business and minding my own business, and there, right at eye level I see the words Anti-furries barriers.
That can't be right, I thought to myself, so I looked again.
Anti-fruit barriers? Now that's just nonsense, so I looked again. The package was sideways, so I turned my head a bit this time to get a better look.
Ah, that explains it, it's French. Anti-fuites barrières.
Apparently, I can't brain today--I have the dumb.
I guess I could use some anti-leak barriers of my own to keep what's left of my brain in place...
Feudalism: Serf & Turf
(Re: the subject line: That was an award given out on Fridays in the 6th & 7th grade at my school to the person who screwed up in the most spectacularly funny way each week. Nominated and voted on by the entire class. Oh no, no emotional scars there...)