Now that you haven't listened to me, I'll tell you the story of Mr. Bowl. It all started when I was washing the dishes and I dropped a plastic bowl. It had a crack in it and it reminded me of a mouth. I drew eyes and a mustache on that poor bowl. From now on, I used that bowl as a way to talk to my little brother until he broke. Lets pray RIP Mr Bowl Beloved Son, Father and Husband. (Sorry if image too big)
?? It just fills me with heartache. How could you? He had a future of dish wash soap and food for him.