I acknowledge that.

This was literally my first exposure. I mean I've read tweets, but they were always isolated ones that were brought to my attention.

Kinda glad I can't. I'd never leave the house.

For a couple years after my divorce (I realized in retrospect) I was numb. Just emotionally walled off. I eventually got past it.

I really really did.

One does not summarize the O'Neal.

*reads linked article*

Sorry for the confusion. I meant the Twitter replies.

Christ, what an asshole.

I made the mistake of reading some of the replies.

I can't imagine anyone looking at that pic and being disappointed in any way.

At any point during the process, did you even vaguely second-guess posting this?

So he just watched the first one?

*spit-take*

Please to explain.

I was excited to find the original (40s-era) door to my bathroom, gathering dust in the garage rafters. So I spent Saturday doing some minor repairs to it. Planned to paint it the next day but went out for drinks with a buddy and got so hammered that Sunday was completely unproductive.

The art is wildly uneven. Some nice bits undercut by some aggressively amateurish ones.

A 2x4 with a nail in it is pretty intimidating, though.

Essentially the Arkansas version, yes.

Well, after your wishes what else you gonna do with a monkey fist?