Oh, but I wanted to give y’all so much more nasty, and the garbage dudes emptied the dumpsters inside The Shed earlier than scheduled today. I wish I could have taken one final photograph. You wouldn’t have known whether to cry or vomit.
Renner, I would never ever ever decapitate you, stuff a brambly ovoid into your inner core, insert a twiggy branch into one of your orifices, then heave you into a garbage dumpster where raccoons lap up puddles of Bud Light. You may visit the Driftless Region safe in the knowledge that I will do you no harm.
wow.
We must endure our going hence, even as our coming hither.
Ripeness is all.
This is downright nasty.
Oh, but I wanted to give y’all so much more nasty, and the garbage dudes emptied the dumpsters inside The Shed earlier than scheduled today. I wish I could have taken one final photograph. You wouldn’t have known whether to cry or vomit.
Lovely photo, but I’m glad I’m not there.
That cry or vomit choice is what I’m always searching for.
Renner, I would never ever ever decapitate you, stuff a brambly ovoid into your inner core, insert a twiggy branch into one of your orifices, then heave you into a garbage dumpster where raccoons lap up puddles of Bud Light. You may visit the Driftless Region safe in the knowledge that I will do you no harm.
Cindy, all too often I go for the gold and indulge in both.
Of course you wouldn’t. But there is SNOW in the photo.
(Psssssst. That’s only in the photo. It’s not real. It’s art.)