If I had a hammer...

I do have a hammer. Fuck. It's not my hammer. It's Mo's hammer. He left it and I rescued it. He went and started his new job. He seems to really like it.

So I have this hammer. I've done nothing with it. Not one god damn thing so therefore. If I had a hammer I wouldn't hammer at all. Not in the evening not in the morning. Not with mouse or in a house. I wouldn't do it with a goat. (Oh the search engines are gonna love that) Not on a boat. No sir no hammering.

Why?

Because as you might know I'm NOT "good with tools."

My parents bought be a wood burning set at a child. Not that they bought me a wood burning set and expected me to treat it as if it were my child. No. I was a child and they gave me what equated to a soldering iron and told me to apply it to wood. The results were quite simple. 2 or 3 good burns on my skin and at least one small fire. Do not use alcohol from the chemistry set to try and cool scortched woood. OK it wasn't that bad, I might not be good with tools, and I might be stupid sometimes, but I'm not dumb. Also I didn't need any flamable liquid to start a small fire with that mutherfucker. It was way easier than that.

Did I mention the chemistry set... ya bad.