tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069162732597134438.post5490310085763455032..comments2023-11-02T08:02:23.680-04:00Comments on Overtly Trite: the wearing of dead animalsovertly tritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15746619011670467221noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069162732597134438.post-159823359788524632008-12-03T02:57:00.000-05:002008-12-03T02:57:00.000-05:00a week? bet that was a really pretty smell bleech!...a week? bet that was a really pretty smell bleech!overtly tritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15746619011670467221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069162732597134438.post-8337119040938532008-12-02T13:56:00.000-05:002008-12-02T13:56:00.000-05:00When I was in the Houston Airport a couple of week...When I was in the Houston Airport a couple of weeks ago, there was a lady walking around in a full length fur coat. Out from underneath the coat you could see she was wearing red, yellow, and green striped socks, and she had on purple shoes. She looked very hot and irritated. I saw her about 2-hours later and she had the sleeves removed but still wearing the coat. She was just wandering around the airport like a homeless person. Yeah that was random but thought I'd share.<BR/><BR/>On a side note: When I was around 10 or 11 years old, I had been squirrel hunting. I cut off the tails from the squirrels that I had shot and put them in my coat pocket. I forgot all about them until a week later when my mother started searching for the strange smell coming from the hall closet. Yep, you guessed it, it was those dadgum squirrel tails stinking! I guess I was wearing around dead animals for a while there myself!Bro. Byronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10366098127671242691noreply@blogger.com