cutting_corners raze "it's kind of peaceful right now," i said. stephanie's psychotic terror of a terrier wasn't barking. her husband had stopped making some of the most awful sounds i've ever heard while trying and failing to build a deck that resembles a cancerous growth jutting out of the enclosed porch they still haven't finished putting back together. the kids that live behind us were quiet, when on a day like this they're usually screaming loud enough that we can hear them in every room of our house. "that's because we're dead," he said. "and in heaven, you don't have to pay any rent. there's just one problem." "what's that?" "the only toilet_paper is one ply. god's been cutting corners again." 240702 what's it to you? who go blather from