Originally posted by Hand of Hecate
Late last night I wandered outside in my bare feet to grab the mail. The sprinklers had just done their job and the driveway was damp. Not slippery, just refreshingly cool. The evening was beautiful, not a cloud in the starry sky and a cool wind blowing from the East. I savoured the feel of wet concrete as my toes maintained my grip. The trip to ...[text shortened]... sation of squished slug is enough to make me gag.
Damn slugs... sent by the Devil I tell you.
Are you sure it's not because they remind you of your shrivelled manhood?
