I stole a pen the other night.

I must say, I haven't had a single regret. It looks good, its got a companies information that sells apples, and it writes like a dream.

The pen recently went on a glamorous photo shoot.

Here it is on a Tuscan Cantaloupe, which lays on burgundy silk.


How exquisite.


The pen checking itself out in the mirror. uh lala.


Looking out the peephole.


This pen can break both metal chains, and chains of diversity.


Hanging out with medals of excellence.


This pen can lead to greatness.


Hangs out with royalty.


Yes, Homer Simpson, dressed in his Mr. Plow get-up hangs out with the pen. Star studded!


The pen can rough it too. He was hunting natures quitter (snakes) He kills them by stabbing them in the eye.


Hit 'em with a freeze pop.