Every night I walk back from the station my feet meet a dreaded
"crunch"
it's the most horrifyingly horrible thing in the world (in that moment). and ...
not just one
not just two
but usually three
threeeeee?!?!?!?!!?
it's breaking me down people! i can't carry this weight of guilt. but i can't seem to avoid them! do you have any solutions?
the snail population are gonna go into extinction at this rate. they move so slowly they won't get to mate in time to multiply before my big feet find their little shells.
look at them:

this is exactly how i see them in real life.
poor things
so innocent.
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