Browsing Tag

Compost is Disgusting

Uncategorized

French fries will get you nowhere

April 17, 2014

Synopsis of the past 120 hours: Friday 3:30pm: I let B.Franklin out the back door and get a whiff of barf. Thinking the people downstairs have gone back to the partying I run back inside before I meet my Waterloo. Friday 5:30pm: B.Franklin wants back inside. I open the back door, sure enough barf smell is still there. Maybe it’s not the neighbors? It’s hot so I stick my head in Frank’s condo to check for rotting bird carcass. Nada.…

Continue Reading