If the specs of my belching brain ever made it onto paper, I found the guys to author the thing up.
Whatever geniuses behind the assembly “instructions” of the toddler bicycle I spent four hours screwing together yesterday are just the guys to explain my crazy away.
Gibberish with alien diagrams…
Hey, maybe I just stumbled upon my epitaph, too?
Ooh, I’m a nut on a hot streak!