lucks

two bottles of cheap red wine and a six-pack of thirsty beaver will make a person do strange things...



so that, my friends, is a king worm perched atop a delicious maple creme cookie. why do i have said worm? well, my darling tarantula, whom i love and adore and have cuddles with, is a picky eater and didn't care for the menu this time around.

we had worm races, prodding the little fuckers towards the finish line. but they just curled up into little balls, so the entertainment wore off pretty quick..

then i says to bex and dodge, i says, 'how much will you give me...'



thirteen american dollars was all the cheap bastards could produce, but they threw it at me without hesitation.. so..



..that's right. i ate him.