Oh God I hate flair pens with the intensity of a thousand suns. Once they’ve started to dry out even a little the sound and tactile sensation of writing with them is like nails on a chalkboard to me.
Oh God I hate flair pens with the intensity of a thousand suns. Once they’ve started to dry out even a little the sound and tactile sensation of writing with them is like nails on a chalkboard to me.
What does a fly think when it flies through a cloud of bong smoke?