Loving the Pawn Star
"Why don't you show me what you've got down there?" Paisley cooed, tracing a finger down Chumlee's shoulder.
"Sure," he gulped, moving his hands downward and pulling it out for her.
"Oh my," she gasped hotly, "you've got such a huge tool~"
"If you want it, it's all yours," Chumlee replied hotly. hefting it in his hands so she could get a closer look. "It's a Milwaukee 12 Amp SAWZALL Reciprocating Saw, and I can let you have it for $95 with case."
About Paisley P. Peinforte
A hater of Active voice, Lady Peinforte is titled nobility of the nation of Sealand. Having successfully invaded both America and Canada from her home base in Windsor, she has become horribly corrupted by the world, and is dedicated to "creating the greatest 'Ship of them all". She ponders horribly terrible, idiotic things for your amusement.
~explanation~
I'm a snarky, semi-horrible human being given to penning intentionally bad epic slashfiction involving improbable objects and individuals, with the ultimate ambition of befouling Kindle with it one day,which is ostensibly what this blog is for.
In practice, however, it tends to mainly be a circular file for my various thoughts and ideas, some whimsical and others not, in addition to my various Photoshop experiments, mainly collections of what I originally generated for Twitter but now do for Mastodon Threads Bluesky thanks to Twitter becoming a fascist hellscape.
I also have a sideproject doing art for my addition to Doctor Who fanon, Karnian Script which is a more sigil-based, witchy take on Galifreyan variants.