There was a time when carpet use got a little out of control. People had a hunger that only an all-you-can-eat buffet could satisfy. It was being used everywhere. I remember asking my grandfather why he carpeted his countertop, only to have him explain how he "had some left over after finishing the roof." Carpet was automatically used for everything. There was never a debate about what type of flooring was going to be installed; the only question was what colour would the carpet be? Despite all of the carpeting that was done, there are a few things that I've never seen carpeted. I have never seen a carpeted bathtub, although it would have been considered the first no-slip tub.
This overuse of an item is not just limited to carpet. I have a cousin who has a small bee farm that produces honey. He has developed an incredible love for honey and an unending amount of uses for it. No matter what food is being served, be prepared to be told how good this particular item tastes with a little bit of honey. From meats to desserts, honey is apparently good on everything. I think that my cousin has turned into a bear, but I am not going to rule out the possibility that he is still fully human until all of the facts are in.
Luckily, the only thing that I care enough about to lose my mind over is cookies and that job has already been filled by the cookie monster. This cookie devouring monster would use cookies for rims on his car if he didn't destroy any cookie left in his path first. Upon closer inspection, the cookie monster also appears to be a victim of the carpet binge, having been covered with a nice blue shag, possibly leftover from my grandpa's deck. Despite having the title of cookie monster, he doesn't actually eat any cookies, just shoving them into his mouth and crunching them into crumbs which fly all over the place. My approach is much different, inhaling all of the pieces off my carpeted plate my Grandpa gave me - just like a vacuum would.
This overuse of an item is not just limited to carpet. I have a cousin who has a small bee farm that produces honey. He has developed an incredible love for honey and an unending amount of uses for it. No matter what food is being served, be prepared to be told how good this particular item tastes with a little bit of honey. From meats to desserts, honey is apparently good on everything. I think that my cousin has turned into a bear, but I am not going to rule out the possibility that he is still fully human until all of the facts are in.
Luckily, the only thing that I care enough about to lose my mind over is cookies and that job has already been filled by the cookie monster. This cookie devouring monster would use cookies for rims on his car if he didn't destroy any cookie left in his path first. Upon closer inspection, the cookie monster also appears to be a victim of the carpet binge, having been covered with a nice blue shag, possibly leftover from my grandpa's deck. Despite having the title of cookie monster, he doesn't actually eat any cookies, just shoving them into his mouth and crunching them into crumbs which fly all over the place. My approach is much different, inhaling all of the pieces off my carpeted plate my Grandpa gave me - just like a vacuum would.
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