today as i was eating dinner nom nom nom my mother was watching survivor man, to which man vs. wild is far superior in my opinion but im supposing her usual infernal two and a half men or nails on a chalkboardesque cash cab were not on but anyways as he whoever he was (survivorman mm hmm) was meandering through the sahara, or whatever desert it may have been, eating grubs and setting fires (to warm the ground on the area he would be sleeping, obvs) i was reminded of the time at the oley turnpike dairy in which me, aforementioned mother, and presumably the little brother and seester witnessed an emu kicking a lamb, who had somehow found its way into the emu enclosure, to death. shit was brutal, in every sense of the word. one wonders what effect this had on us, as my sister is a would be dog murderess.
i'm sorry, but french onion poop is the funniest thing ive thought of in a while. fo realzzz!
currently crocheting a weed pipe cozy, cause thanks be to god it was not injured yet! four rows of lime green, then two rows of blue/white/purple/lime green vareigrated yarn. had to take a break from blanket making when i reverted to my old ways and inadvertently created an inadvertent triangle, which, as heather pointed out, though useless, is very aztec-y looking. ill post picturezzz when im done yayzzz.
we are the sons of no one.
EMMA the weed pipe cozy has already been made! ty has it! also,the baby lamb was rescued, don't you remember?! the worst part was how the mama was on the other side of the fence crying! i bet that moms never threatened to run away from her baby lamb child.
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