#402, 734 - 2nd Ave. NW,
i stamped it once or twice then tore it up. something about being too damn lazy to hand write an address. so no more rubber stamp.
I remember hearing this story about this kid and his Dad told him to move a pile of bricks or something and he started out carrying them in his arms, but then he noticed a wheelbarrow leaning up against the shed, so he decided to use the wheelbarrow... things were going great until his Dad came out to check on him.
rubber stamps are like diapers. keeps ones artistic juices inside. best to take the diaper off and flow.
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