Slug

[blingapollo]

In spraypainting a stencil onto a t-shirt I stepped backward in the darkness on a slug, who ejaculated his innards and left a bright stain on the concrete. A turd, maybe. It rolled over and died on me. I deemed it more officious to pick him up by the tail and with my pincer and toss him at least for the grass to devour. An intestine and maybe a

Comments

[demonta]

I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm encountering some difficulties as soon as I try to envision your little incident with Mr Slug during that gloomy Virginian night.

More precisely, I wonder why and how you "stepped backward in the darkness". Don't get me wrong, but did you really tempt to spraypaint your t-shirt out there in the blackness? If so, please feel encouraged to show a picture of the result to a benevolent audience (consisting of me and... erm, not less than many else, I suppose). Mayhap we can figure out what was going on at that night.

Thanks in advance! :b