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I like turtles.....
Couple fascinating things about turtles. One, they make up the fabric of the universe. It's them all the way down. One other thing, though.
In 1994, I lived in a little trailer park in Mississippi. It wasn't one of those trashy parks, it was actually kind of nice, as nice as a trailer park can be. Everyone got along, except the snakes. I'll get to that in a minute. But it was a happy place, where people actually mowed their yards and cleaned up their dog poop. Not like these newfangled parks of this generation with their broken down cars and meth labs and such. My daddy woulda whipped a meth dealer's *** if he came around.
Anyway, there was a drainage out back, behind the back door where my dad would go out and smoke.
One day a turtle appeared. He was minding his own business, eating some grass or whatever it is turtles do. My dad named him George, and spoke to him. Sadly, the turtle didn't speak back. But he kept showing up in the mornings, for weeks.
Then, one day, the city came in and cleared the overgrown weeds out of the drainages. George never was seen again near our trailer. We did have to kill some refugee moccasins though.
And that's why government cleaning crews are bad. They make smokers into lonely people.