Why Don't People Ever Believe Me?

When a glass artist says to you, "You can't go in there barefoot. You need to put some shoes on." You should always believe them.


No one ever believes me!


I have pulled glass splinters out of the Hubzilla's foot two days in a row. I don't know if maybe I need to try another language? He just keeps going out there barefoot!


Non!

Nyet!

Nee!

Nā!

Nein!

Β‘Ponte unos malditos zapatos, tonto!

Β‘Hijo de puta! πŸ€¦β€β™€οΈ


Also, we *know* we have a hole in our shirt.


Right. There.


We put it there when we used the shirt to clean raw glass. All the other shirts have the same holes, so don't bother asking if we want to change it. It's part of our charm. πŸ˜‰

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