Lately, I've given an inordinate amount of thought to the notion of living in a desert. No particular reason, mind you -just rumination I suppose- but nevertheless; deserts, yeah. Contrary to popular opinion, fun times can be had atop the burning sand and below the scorching sun.
A person could, for example,
get bitten by have a pet scorpion, preferably the one shown below.
Adorable! I've decided to call him Shanghai Spice, and I look forward to being poisoned by him in the not-so-distant future.
P.S. You thought I was going to reference a German rock band somewhere in this post, didn't you?
P.P.S. You know this clown all too well, my beloved retards.
Drama queen! <3
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