It's raining so hard the garden snails are clustered at my front door and I'm wondering what they want. Surely not to come in? I mean there's nothng in here for them, not even lettuce. Then I'm thinking, clearly it's time for me to get a life of some kind.
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8 years ago
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Carpe diem! Fresh escargot! Self-delivered to your doorstep!
You mean, kind of like snail-suicide?
Hmmm! Shades of that creepy guy with the mask from Silence of the Lambs whose name I can't remember without looking it up on the internet.
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