Flaming bags of shit

A few weeks ago, I heard from someone I hadn’t thought of in years.  It was kind of funny in that “the huge guy in charge of the universe is watching me with creepy eyes” kind of way. A couple days before, I’d been randomly surfing The Facebook and found a comment she’d left in a place that neither of us should’ve been visiting–online or off–unless our intention was to throw flaming bags of shit, cackle maniacally, and then run rapidly in the other direction. Continue reading “Flaming bags of shit”