Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
14 June 2016
Once upon a time when I used to have a sense of humor.
Tolerance. From a time when assault weapons weren't part of dog agility.
1 comment:
i have problems with the bus. mostly, i prefer to drive myself. it's a lonely road...
valpig
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