Them holes from rats gnaw'n at yer cardboard brains er is they from some 'ol boy usin yo head fer targat practice with 10mm semi-auto death ray???
As you well know… MY box is like Batfink’s wings. A shield of steel against the evil and danger that lurks in the world. A barrier against the moronic, the morally blind and insane. Within my cardboard cocoon I know all, and see all that is needed. It gives me a life of total freedom, if you will.
As for me little peepholes, I need them so I don’t walk into things.
Meanwhile you keep on babbling and poking your little sista you crazed Georgian Hillbilly fuckwit!
Love and cuddles,