Tonight, the next round of traps gets put out. Nobody eats my walnuts and then shits into my bowl. I’m going to skin the little son-of-a-bitch and make a finger puppet for Quinn out of his hide.
Awesome.
A view into the mind of a serial optimist
with a loaded rifle.
Tonight, the next round of traps gets put out. Nobody eats my walnuts and then shits into my bowl. I’m going to skin the little son-of-a-bitch and make a finger puppet for Quinn out of his hide.
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