Surely everything has already been thought up? Everything creative has been bagged? Nothing new is left to be discovered (like little treasure islands- I want to add something to a map!) ?
Next time I feel that familiar slippery slope of woe (that seems to coincide with a long winter)… I’m buying me a chocolate penis hat. Callebaut natch.
Somehow, the thought of a person completing what must have started out as a very drunken Great Idea, gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.