Ahhh, there's nothing quite like the smell of thawing dog shit on the first really warm day of the spring. Months and months of neighborhood mutt droppings dotting the finally snow-less grass, slowly transforming from little doggy turd-cicles into the fertilizer that will make my lawn sprout up in wiry green tufts, like the unruly hair in an old
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I'm sure you meant to say, "watching the neighborhood kids scream and run from me."
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You're even sicker than me!
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