Target. You disappoint me.

Today, Jeremiah and I were going to buy a metal, mesh trashcan at Target to make a chandelier using plastic flatware. There were two trashcans, one inside of the other, and we couldn't separate them no matter how hard we tried. We pulled them, bent them, and threw them on the ground, and they still wouldn't come apart. Needless to say, we were both really mad at the world... so we killed some lady on aisle 9. Don't tell anyone.

50% responsible for the murder rate at Target,
Robby