Here's something you don't see every day. I'm guessing the bottles were discretely pitched over the fence before we came along. Looks to me like somebody's binge drinking has gotten just a little out of control.
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EB's Big Adventure Gone Astray |
Of course, I might do something similar if I had to hide billions of hard-boiled eggs all over Hell's half acre in each neighborhood - not to mention all the houses and such that make up those neighborhoods.
One wonders what kind of shape he's in après-Easter.
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