OFFER: Can of worms- Started some renovation work in the basement. The contractor told me I had a can of worms down there. I don’t need a can of worms. Quick pick up please.
Shut your mouth now, haters. Yes, this is a real Freecycle post. A gift from the gods, right in my inbox. Don’t question the authority.
Okay, I know it’s weird. It’s probably the strangest post I’ve seen to date and I’ve seen quite a bit.
Why would anyone have a can of worms in their basement? Who are the most likely suspects in Freakcycle’s opinion, you ask? Could it be:
a. a half-assed fisherman?
b. a band of basement moles? (huh?)
c. a tiny subterranean gnome who composts?
d. What are little boys made of? What are little boys made of? Frogs and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails, that’s what little boys are made of. (nope, no mention of worms in that poem)
Downright stumped. Gimme your thoughts. Just don’t tell me it’s fake ’cause I’ll whoop yo’ ass with the slimy can.
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