... the animals I've trapped have all become my pets,
and I'm living off of grass and the drippings from our ceiling,
it's okay to eat fish, cause they don't have any feelings...
I'm spinning my wheels right now, going nowhere fast. A space cadet. Nothing's wrong, I couldn't complain if I tried... just pitching pebbles into a deep well, and waiting for a splash.
I need a day at the shooting range.
Nothing like some pew-pew-pew to refresh a mildew-ed soul.
Putting 100 holes in a cardboard criminal can do wonders for morale.
Have some glamor shots of my girls, they deserve some attention, I've been ignoring them. Bonus close-up trich shots, and a picture of my first Sugar Baby watermelon we harvested today.