I have to apologize, both you to fine Chewers who've endured my absence for so long, and to the leather.
I thought I was mature enough to handle its wiles, keep my own inhibitions in check, but alas. The leather defeated me once again. I shudder at my very core at the burgeoning madness that wells up in me whenever dried beef and I share a moment and I fear that one day it will consume me. There's irony in being devoured by the devoured, but all I can do is hang my head in shame at the overpowering dread I feel when I realize how I've mistreated the leather.
I'm truly sorry, forgive me leather.
I thought I was mature enough to handle its wiles, keep my own inhibitions in check, but alas. The leather defeated me once again. I shudder at my very core at the burgeoning madness that wells up in me whenever dried beef and I share a moment and I fear that one day it will consume me. There's irony in being devoured by the devoured, but all I can do is hang my head in shame at the overpowering dread I feel when I realize how I've mistreated the leather.
I'm truly sorry, forgive me leather.





