As a kid I was rather um… demonic. I remember we would dig through our garden and pull out all the earthworms. We would rip them from the ground and keep them in a big white Tupperware bowl of my mom’s. We’d mix them up like it was pasta noodles and we were having spaghetti for dinner.
After a good rain, we would go outside in our rubber boots to stomp on the worms that remained on the road, or the snails that had ventured from their regular haunts. The crunch of their shells would send us into fits of laughter.
Now? I have no idea what was so funny. And I completely understand why I have been blessed with the most annoying and barfy animals as pets. Karma. Karma has got me back.
But, never once did I ever think of those poor, innocent, digsuting yuckies as erotic.
Someone else apparently has though.
Where ya going to put that piece of art that it won’t scare off the family coming for Christmas?
Penis? Slugs? I can definitely see the resemblance.
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November 22nd, 2008 at 8:15 pm
I think it’s veryvery wrong that I have the overwhelming urge to pick one of those up.
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November 22nd, 2008 at 8:28 pm
I find the “slug” even more disturbing after seeing the creator.
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November 23rd, 2008 at 3:34 am
I’d like to know why the snails ’round here don’t look look like that
November 24th, 2008 at 5:29 am
It looks heavy.