I saw this game tonight at a Barnes & Noble as I was searching for culinary inspiration… then I looked a little closer and thought to myself, “This is why labels are problematic.” Now, I’m not one to judge, but I just don’t think there’s a need for name-calling. Unless I don’t like you.
It’s there in plain sight, the written word, yet somehow it frequently morphs into unrecognizable piles of steaming safari turds. I only offer the following link as proof that I am not alone in my disdain for the extreme and continuous erosion of the ability to construct and transmit a single thought, even if it is simply a declaration of your impending poop. Read on.
