venom

There are so many, many things that I bitterly despise. Children. Carrots. Art that's been deemed "edgy." Julia Stiles. But there's a special place in my dark, moldy little heart for both Sears and sock monkeys. Neither are particularly welcome in this world, and I can't imagine either would be missed. One attempts to lure Middle America into buying polyester blouses made by toddlers in Taiwan, and the other is a monkey. Made from a sock. Horrors.