rabbiteleven

I always seem to get accosted at the laundromat, without fail. Today it was Jehovah's Witnesses. I made a mad dash for the vending machines, and luckily the poor bastards sitting up front absorbed the brunt of the nonsensical fury for me. Total strangers make great fodder for just about anything.

I have noticed that stinkbugs have made their way into my CD towers, turning them into some kind of squatters' high rise development for annoying insects. Poor Jon Spencer was terrified.