J peg

This is a J peg. I know. I have no excuse. It’s not even a play on words. Just a play on letter. And this is the worst play on letter, at that. Through the ages, people have been killed for less offensive speech.

But it is Prusa’s fault: they organized a “Typography Fun” contest and they explicitly said that “we want to see it all!” (sic).

So here we are. At the peril of my life, I stole a clothes peg from my wife while she was busy elsewhere and with the help of my caliper, I reproduced it without regard for the eventual patent (because it must have expired sometime in the middle ages.) And with Prusament PETG Red Lipstick, I got myself a copy a few minutes later.

No animal was harmed in the making of this J peg. However, a good clothes peg that had years ahead of itself holding nice lingerie was killed in the process. Its main organ – a spring – was harvested. It was horrific. So, please, do not print this model. It’s not funny. And where are you going to get the spring, eh? From one of your wife’s ones? Is it worth it? No. Trust me.