Wow it's hard to believe he's the dude who terrorized us over a crumb under the toaster all through my childhood. It looks like duck dynasty fucked a homeless person and had a love hoarder in here, holy hell.
Both my parents are sharp as tacks. No, sharp as shivs. But neither was ever good at keeping their shit together much. Compounded by age and knee-jerk independence. I'll be mulling genetic compound aging knee-jerk tendencies in myself as I hunt for the maggots that surely must be here somewhere to explain all the flies.
poor nameless boy - breadcrumbs
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| even cleaned/Petco'd the dog |
