Crawling on the trash bags in the sealed-tight garbage can.
And I had to take the trash bags to the dump.
And the raccoon-proof can wouldn't fit in the back of the car. So I had to take the you-know-what-riddled bags out of it.
And no matter how many times I dropped the bags on the ground, the you-know-whats wouldn't come off. So I had to bring them with me. In the car.
And in the car, they crawled off.
And I was in Mom's car, which just got detailed in the garage. So all those napkins from all those iced-coffees from all those Dunkin' Donuts runs, that are supposed to be wedged between the seat cushions or blowing all over the floor, were gone.
So I had to pick the you-knows up and toss them...
WITH MY HANDS!!!
Here is a picture of puppies:
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahha - oh ick!
ReplyDeletehere is a picture of puppies....too funny.
i would tell you the connection of your story with how we found my missing kitten when I was 9 but I'll spare you.
girl ya crap me up..
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Looking at the puppies. Looking at the puppies. Looking at the puppies.
ReplyDeleteThe pup on the right sees one you missed
ReplyDeleteGee I hope you didn't miss any. They could get into your bed while you're asleep, crawl into your ear, and eat your brain.
ReplyDeleteI need brain bleach and puppies.
ReplyDeleteThe comment fairy had me come back to visit this post, don't know why, very odd and I saw I had written crap instead of crack.....even spell check would not have noticed....my brain is mushy- it's the damn heat I suppose.
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