"Why didn't you spray?"
"It's flower smell."
"Mom. Can't you get something more manly?"
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
We'd been cleaning up the camping gear and found a cooler with urine-y black liquid inside. In the pool of darkness was floating a he...
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