Took a day off work today.
Spent the day contemplating your “Jenga Pile” and decided it really was “Pick-Up Sticks” instead?
That’s the plan; I’ll let winter take care of it.
Imagine how sorry you’re gonna be if it tumbles down whilst Bowling Pin is sheltering himself in its shade. ESPECIALLY after Mommy sees what killed him…
I’m pretty sure the only one who’d miss Bowling Pin would be me and the pigs.
Why do I have a mental image of Bowling Pin standing way out on the end of a precariously-stacked chunk of wood as he repeatedly jumps up and down while quacking, er, clucking, whatever? See, this is how my brain works before the coffee kicks in. After, too, actually. I should go back to work now.
An on-going serialized novella. Lesbian squirrel harness the power of Swedish disco to erase common sense. When drone strikes, trans-species raptors, and a racist bear all fail, two brilliant college dropouts in a Subaru are mankind’s last hope. We’re probably doomed.
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