Sunday, October 9, 2016

Hurricane Mathew. 1 o'clock in the morning. Wind blowing about 60 miles an hour. Kermit has to shit. Here we go outside stomping around in the middle of the damn hurricane. Before he shits he has to chase frogs, chase a cat, walk around the yard to find just the right spot and then take a quick shit and run back in the house. Me? I'm stumbling around behind him, trying to keep from blowing into Newport River. Fuck.

Naughty words:
Shit 3 times

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