Today I examined the box Rowan keeps her guinea pigs in when theyre inside, and discovered it was a disgustingly manky, sodden, mold-ridden combination of cardboard, towels, and guinea-poops. So I put the whole thing in a big metal hobo drum, dowsed it in petrol, and chucked a match in. While it was fun, I have now learned exactly how far back to stand when lighting petrol in a hobo drum. My arm is significantly balder and stubblier than it was, and I smell of burned hair.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 04:18:51 +0000
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