It’s not that I don’t want you to poop, it’s that I don’t want to see or pick up your poop.
EG, Shit that happens
September 29, 2014
I am sitting in my dumpster on a brown toilet. Life is good. You see it is good because: a. We owned a brown toilet that is now in a dumpster, and b. Once they destroy our house, they are planning to put it back together all pretty like. I get a bit giddy......
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I have learned to co-exist with racoons in my trash. They can scrounge all they want as long as they close the lid and don’t make a mess of our walkway. Can I get them to teach my son to close the lid? But this is war. A few nights ago I heard someone walking......
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