What was all that business with the homeless gnome about?
He said he was lost. I told him we were lost, too, so really, we could be of no help whatsoever.
But we're not lost. We're out on our usual Sunday stroll through the woods near our upscale cabin, completely furnished, wood interior, three screened porches. 1.33 acre wooded lot w/mountain view.
Ohhhh... I was thinking "lost" as in "directionless, without a clear sense of self". Do you think he meant "lost" as in "don't know where the fuck one is"?
Dear me. And he was bleeding so profusely from his arm, I'm sure the bobcats will be attracted. On the other hand, that strong scent of urine and decay may nauseate them.
You're saying I'm responsible for more senseless death? So do I have to put a quarter in the "Misanthropy" Jar or the "Leading Innocents To Their Demise" Jar?
