“Jesus Christ Hal, another one?” My aunt Sandra chortled out from the kitchen. She was tired of stepping on all these fucking toad turds. Unlike ordinary amphibian excrement—generally 2 inch segments of brown silly string piled neatly—toad turds boasted in their magnitude. It was not uncommon for a seasoned toader to shit out a full two-thirds of his internals. This time Sandra was especially piqued as she toed straight through the acrid jelly; well, that and she had also decorated the house to be perfect for James’ arrival.
My uncle Hal had promised her that he would speak with the neighbors last week. The proposal had sunk into his head each night for too long. Sandra was not inconspicuous with her dislike for the random piles accumulating throughout the house. She wouldn’t pee in her own toilet for nearly a year when a midnight bit of business landed right on top of what would have otherwise been an unusually considerate toad.
Ironically, whenever Hal started his heroic bounce next door, Sandra would distract him with other chores.
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Blogs I Read
- Marcus is up to interesting things on the Outer Banks. This is the blog for his gardening business. Contact him if you need a garden.
- Shy Drunk...Marcus' personal blog where he lets it all hang out (not literally but perhaps)
- Jonas' new blog. Visit it and disparage him with your comments.
- This is the art and ecology blog of longtime Howell friend, Chris Reiger. He's a smart guy who writes interesting things. He's also a great artist.
- Been reading TrueHoop every day for a while now. A must read for pro hoops junkies.
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