The rolls... like roast beef...

The rolls... like roast beef...

So, I came home to find the lifeless imp, half eaten, on the turtle's rock.  I have to admit that I breathed a sigh of relief.  He was fucking annoying.  I scooped up the little body, or what was left of it, and was about to throw it in the trash, when it screamed at me.  I was surprised, and I dropped him.  He fluttered up and laughed his ass off while I started to look for the fucking fly swatter.

Jesus, the Mexican Gardener sandwich was starting to rot, so I thew him away.

Judas, TBOC, was looking out the window, muttering to himself about how he wants a cock again.

I took a nap.  I think it's supposed to rain.

fuck