Jun 23, 2005 03:12
2:45am: a hobo attacked my foot while I was drifting toward sweet slumber...so, my foot (armed with his shoe) shall attack all hobos. Let the hunt begin............
2:55am: the butterfly-to-be Kate and I saw the other day is saved from a nasty spiral spiderweb in the corner of my room's window...
2:57am: "Sorry, mr. starving, homeless, hobo." says dustin as he trashes the home of the evil creature with a windy stick. "But you and you're whole fam damly can eat my shit and die when i stomp on your fangs, bitch. And, I hope you see the tread with all eight of your soon-to-be-ghettostomped eyes."
After work tomorrow, I will begin my creation of a clay butterfly killing a spider (as well as my mommy's turtle) to commemorate the life of such a beautiful and friendly fella. (I named him Stewie after my favorite cartoon character).