It’s 10 PM. Do you know where your ten millimeter wrenches are?

It chews the food up so the babies can eat it.

Vise grip hasn’t been oiled since my dad told me to do it thirty years ago. Ah! All those metrics are starving!

Sure, this is nature! Sleep sheeps will believe this. If you don’t get it after this image, I don’t know, you’re just lost the the system propaganda. Wake up!
c/birdsarentreal

Now bury a whole sit of wrenches standing straight up in a row, out in the middle of a random field and call it “art”.

Rebolting