You come home after a hard day roofing. You're tired. Limping. You're looking forward to a glass of chilled wine, maybe a foot rub, maybe a little furbaby lovin'.
You open the door.
ArggghHHHhhhhHHHHH. That is just the beginning of the trail of destruction. Boiled Pepe Le Pom, coming up.
***For those wondering about the La Nora reference, the Great One once came to my blog after I wrote a little play that included her and jokingly "left in a huff to boil a puppy" because I didn't give her enough lines.
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