Yesterday, at Home Depot, I bought--wait for it--a chisel. Many chisels, actually. (Well, three). This afternoon, for the first time in my adult life, I used one. It was probably the single greatest experience of my existence.
Well, no. But our bathroom mirror/cabinet now fits flush into the wall cavity. The wall's cavity-clogging excrudesence exists no more. And why? Because I own a chisel. Excuse me: three chisels. Because I am a man.
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