The boogy I am referring to is not the British accent for the green pickle treasure that comes out of your nose if you dig for it. No. I am referencing the boogy thing in my bush in front of my house.
I feel like there is something dead in it. Every time I walk by the bush of green out front, it smells like...words cannot describe. If death smelt like this, maybe so, but I'm not sure. It's awful. I would call the landlord, but what if it's nothing? Loser. That's what I would be. I would peek my head it...but-ha. No.
I will just wait for the boys to come into town.
Until then, Christmas is early at the Pierre house with decorations of Pine Tree car jars
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3 comments:
The abundance of trash left over from August movers + nastini heat = funky odors allll over town!
that tree has always kind of freaked me out. i always go up the stairs on the left side of tha rail and down to stairs on the right (same side, but you know)...just to avoid walking by that thing. maybe will should trim it down to like half of its size? i think that would help.
i think that asking will to check out something odorous in the bush would be FAR easier for him to deal with than the girl drama we'd given him in the past year.
he'd probably be glad to deal with something a little more manlier.
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