Do you guys want to read the story I wrote just now inspired the simpsons episode where homer gets a lobster named pinchy whom he grows to love like a son but then eventually boils alive and eats
The fisherman who had been my husband’s brother said he found her tangled up in his net. He pulled her out of the sea, thrashing and fighting, with a fish in her mouth. He said he thought he would sell her to the museum. I begged him, no, told him they would keep her in a tank and stuff her when she died. He was unmoved but took my money, said he didn’t want to go all the way to the city anyhow. I took her home and she fought me all the way, wailing and chewing on the ropes. She calmed down in the bathtub, rocking back and forth to make little waves in the water.
Do you guys want to read the story I wrote just now inspired the simpsons episode where homer gets a lobster named pinchy whom he grows to love like a son but then eventually boils alive and eats
Thinking about this guy in a Facebook group I’m in who was like “I don’t have spotify wrapped because I only listen to vinyl so I recorded every time I listened to music on a spreadsheet and here’s my stats”
(via weepycat)
Don’t talk to me im in eastern european vintage etsy
Me picking up the m&ms I spilled all over the floor: this is a great enrichment for me. I’m using my scavenging instincts and practicing my manual dexterity