10 March, 2010


Chests, man. There's just something about them. Something that makes you just want to "open them" and see what's inside. It could be something awesome, like treasure. Or it could just be some old "bric-a-brac". It doesn't matter, because it's the act of opening the chest that matters. It's an act that really does elicit feelings of pure happiness and joy. At least in me.

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