A brief photo essay on an endemic wildlife species … w/ audio.
Please don’t hurt me. 
Hey…that duck pillow was kind of cute!
Nooooooooooo!
It’s evil!!! It has dead, soulless eyes!
w00t!!!
I offer up the giggle of a preteen girl tee hee!
Dead, Soulless Eyes. Much like those of the clown…
- Make-up smeared as tears streamed down his face; his moans of agony no longer concealed by the painted-on smile. “How do you like that, Boink-O?”
The molested clown failed to respond. By now, the intoxication of the chloroform had worn off, but the Rohypnol was in full effect.
“I want to tell you a secret,” I whispered softly in his ear. “I like you because you like kids. You bring out the best in them. And if you don’t, candy usually does.”
I repositioned myself from behind him in order to fellate him…*
Read more of this amazing tale later, when I find somewhere to post it that it WON’T be closed…