Yesterday a man I work with asked if I ever heard of zest. I answer yes. It's the rind of lemon or orange. Next he asked if I knew what a zester was? I responded it's like a cheese grater. He proceeded to tell me I was like a zester. I grate on my co-workers and that's okay. It's a necessity to counteract the banal clique they thrive on. It numbs my senses having to deal with them.
Make America Grate Again
By irritating and annoying the idiots trying to engineer society into hell on earth.
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