It's 6am. I am rudely awakened by the garbage cans racket outside. I try to ignore. It gets too loud... I give up. Do you know how cold it gets in the fucking Scottish Highlands in the middle of January? I open my front door and I see it.
A fucking Shetland Pony turns his damn horse head and looks me in the eye, as he slowly walks away from the butchered garbage bin, with scattered shit all over my porch. The ponce has more swag than Keith-fucking-Richards, and he knows that I'm about to spend half of my morning just cleaning this mess. HE KNOWS.
I'll never forget.
The year was 2002 and I hope that goddamn midget horse had indigestion from something he ate from my garbage.
Back in 1993, a dog stole my bagel. IIN?
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Certain things we should not forget.
I was having a day off.. and it just started.
It's 6am. I am rudely awakened by the garbage cans racket outside. I try to ignore. It gets too loud... I give up. Do you know how cold it gets in the fucking Scottish Highlands in the middle of January? I open my front door and I see it.
A fucking Shetland Pony turns his damn horse head and looks me in the eye, as he slowly walks away from the butchered garbage bin, with scattered shit all over my porch. The ponce has more swag than Keith-fucking-Richards, and he knows that I'm about to spend half of my morning just cleaning this mess. HE KNOWS.
I'll never forget.
The year was 2002 and I hope that goddamn midget horse had indigestion from something he ate from my garbage.