Someone asked me what I did this past weekend. I blurted out "Oh, I planted a garden..." It was in that exact moment that I realized that planting a garden doesn't sound very cool. It sounds wife-ish. Thankfully my sharp wit and cunning knowledge of all things saved me from a serious social blunder and a most definite outcasting from my too-hip town. I simply added to the end of the aforementioned statement, "...a garden of crazy samurai swords that I plan to throw anyone who defies me onto so that they may face the wrath of the Futon and be cut up into teeny tiny little pieces by my Garden of Samurai Swords".
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