A dog walker smokes a fag whilst the pooch does its necessary business and then stubs said fag out in said business. There's something very tidy about the whole arrangement.
And while I'm here...
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6 comments:
ho. what amuses me the most is the idea that you are squatting in some bush, or lurking behind the communal bins in order to record these incidents. Pooper snooper.
Thank you kindly. This is a great thing you have done.
second truly is poetry in motion
veri - unredith - a bit harsh, I've taken it personal
pure awesome.
there are many many poos here.
none as awesome as that.
wow.
oh...and if yr taking requests, wheres me slug trails like?
slug trails I canna find. I found the slug, remember, & it was eating me foot...
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