Ice ice baby
I swung into work over the weekend and setup the ice machine the kids got me for Christmas. I had it in the apartment but I wasn’t using it as much as I will now. And before you try to judge the rest of my decorating, stop. Not one shit do I give.
That stuffed voodoo doll looking thing is a huge dammit doll. For the uneducated the poem on the chest reads:
“Whenever things don't go so well, and you want to hit the wall and yell, here's a little dammit doll, that you can't do without. Just grasp it firmly by the legs and find a place to slam it. And as you whack the stuffing out yell Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!”
It was a gift from someone I trained. The emoji is from Nick Offerman’s charity a couple years ago that began with the following sketch
I am a simple man with tastes leaning toward the juvenile.