…have nothing on my back yard. When I went out for a smoke the night before last I must have left my coffee cup sitting on the back porch. I went out again yesterday afternoon and found this lovely site waiting for me…
Is that nasty or what. There may have even been a dinosaur or two stuck in there, those damned tree roaches were so huge.
Just needed to share the love before I leave for work…
Trying to out-gross me, eh?
You succeeded. Now, if you can get the little bastards to smear themselves in shit, roll themselves in toilet paper, and screw each other, you’d really have something…
And…there goes my lunch.
That would be a damn trick. If I could get them to do that I would call Larry Flynt and finance my next couple of vacations.