NotStan on 06 February 2011
While dismantling a summer tent(Yes in February because my parents are useless at times), I trod onto some dog shit, apalled I realized that we don't even have a fucking dog. Then I remembered earlier this year the fence between ours and neighbours house had collapsed so their little mutt made it's way into our garden for about a week or so until the fence finally was put up. So their little mutt managed to shit out about double it's weight in a space of a week, and I was the one that had to go around the garden like some sort of minefield picking up about 5kgs worth of dog shit. What a perfect ending to what happened to be one of the shittest weeks of 2011 for me.
Disconnect and self destruct, one bullet a time.
