Mar
20
Taste is relative
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I get back from walking my dog where she’s attempted to eat no less than five types of left-over garbages and find this waiting. From nightlypudding…
I ask you sirs, I stand before you and ask you today, who leaves a bag of sheep feet lying on the sidewalk? Who. The fuck. Does that. I mean, sheep feet are all fun and games until your dog gets a death grip on one and you find yourself locked in a battle of wills right there on Linden Street.