Spilled some of my vodka last night on the floor and came back later to discover a worm had slopped up a good portion of it. Now, it wiggled and zagged just a tad -- to the left and right -- as it inched its way out the door. I swear, getting the wildlife and bugs drunk is almost as fun as watching the cops chasing the drug dealers through the building.
Everyone gots to have their own form of cheap entertainment. Right?
Everyone gots to have their own form of cheap entertainment. Right?