I will admit that there is a certain allure to it, and I'd be lying if I said I never felt the urge to fling a Grandma into a table set for tea time!
Joking about the Grandma part, of course. But I would like to go to one of those wrecking rooms where you pay to destroy stuff. It does seem like fun. But that's probably just the inner kid in me who remembers being told by my parents to "Be careful! Don't touch that, you could break it! Come down from there before you hurt yourself!"
sometimes I just wanna wreck shit?
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I will admit that there is a certain allure to it, and I'd be lying if I said I never felt the urge to fling a Grandma into a table set for tea time!
Joking about the Grandma part, of course. But I would like to go to one of those wrecking rooms where you pay to destroy stuff. It does seem like fun. But that's probably just the inner kid in me who remembers being told by my parents to "Be careful! Don't touch that, you could break it! Come down from there before you hurt yourself!"