So we're driving down the road one day and we're listening to Tool. I believe the song was "Bottom" or "Prison Sex." Our ten or eleven month-old (and at that time only) daughter was in the backseat minding her own business. My wife is in the seat next to me.
Simultaneously, my wife and I are thinking these things:
Wife: "I wonder what flavor cake we should make for Julietta's first birthday party? Peach or strawberry?"
Me: "I wish I could spit acid."
This is what I meant when I said Tool makes you want to acquire evil destructive superpowers. For me, wanting those abilities isn't a threshhold that is difficult to cross, but it takes a special kind of magic to move me as deeply as Tool does.
By the way, be careful if I happen to be singing Tool directly at you. No telling what could happen....
MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!
Simultaneously, my wife and I are thinking these things:
Wife: "I wonder what flavor cake we should make for Julietta's first birthday party? Peach or strawberry?"
Me: "I wish I could spit acid."
This is what I meant when I said Tool makes you want to acquire evil destructive superpowers. For me, wanting those abilities isn't a threshhold that is difficult to cross, but it takes a special kind of magic to move me as deeply as Tool does.
By the way, be careful if I happen to be singing Tool directly at you. No telling what could happen....
MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!
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