To be a slug would be a mundane life. You would slide along slowly getting gravel and dirt on your belly just to get to the next cabbage patch. Your life would be so miserable but you couldn’t cry because your face would melt. That life would be so horrible, so this is one of the many reasons why my life is good. Random, I know, but slugs have lives too, y’know !?
Friday, 2 April 2010
A Slug's Life
Straight from the heart of Vicky at 17:35
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