Tick. Sliiiiide. Clang.
Seriously, what is this place? I’m thankful Kristi came to
my rescue before I became the next chew toy for one of WGM’s precarious
toddlers. That nursery smells of fear for someone my size and handsome
physique.
Swoosh. Creeeek. Bang.
After that near fiasco, I was ready for a little r & r. Kristi
explained that my next spot would be a bit more spa like, or that’s what I
pictured when she said sauna. I was thinking I would have plenty of time to
work on my manscaping, but it’s dark and my neighbors are rowdy.
Beep. Craaaaank. Bam.
Someone is coming. Stop! Come back. People come and go, but never hang out here long. Please, hurry and find
me. I need to be saved from this raucous. I’m not sure how long my stash and
brow can remain on point in this temp. I beg you.
Are you having a hard time finding me? Here's a hint. I hear there is a new neighbor moving in next to me. Looks like that neighbor makes the sames sounds that my current structure does. Come find me and bring me some ear plugs.
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