Deliciously Ironic

Sometimes my life is just too much fun. I’m sitting on the couch crocheting a baby blanket and singing along to the music.
Of course that wouldn’t be weird. It’s just that Jen walked in on me and said, “did you just sing along to that line?”
I looked up and told her I’d been singing along to the entire song and laughed.
The line: “I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this shit, blood and cum on my hands” from ‘Prison Sex’ by Tool. How many people can mindlessly sing along to Tool while crocheting? I’d bet not many.