Instead Of Beating My Child…
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Okay so this is what I have been doing for therapy the past couple of days. A nautical garden party all by myself. Well, I’ve had the company of tailless lizards. Anyway, everything you see here has been stolen or picked out of the dumpster. Stolen things are much nicer just so you know, remind me to tell you about that viewsonic monitor I, ummmm, found. Remember my pussy plant? It’s planted in that boat hanging on the fence. The boat? I stole it. I had to beat back forty refugees to get it. The lobster traps? Those were a double bonus. Not only did I get the traps, but I got the twelve lobster that were in them when I stole them. The big tall grass? Yep, I ripped it out of the ground when I was visiting one of the national parks in broad daylight. In order to get it out of the park, I put it on my head and told the park ranger it was a punk rock wig. When I got it home I noticed that I was the proud owner of two endangered species. They were delicious. I also took the “Yield” sign, but that’s another project.
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