“First of all Karado, you are right. Shit does make good fertilizer. Fertilizer is good for grass, shit is not. These huge pancake-shaped pieces of shit prevent sunlight from getting to the grass.”
Who gives a fuck about the grass? I thought your concern was about the SHIT, what are you
gonna be concerned about next, The earthworms trying to surface after a rain?
“I like whining like a little girl, so I don’t know why you bother trying to harangue me for it. I guess you’ve never participated in the NFL thread.”
Isn’t that the thread where you requested where you can get a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader Outfit to wear?
“Why did I start this thread? To see if any T-Nationers out there have any solutions that might lessen my need to whine like a little girl. It wasn’t started to seek a way to avoid stepping in it.”
If you say so.
“There is no next time for the old hag. She’s eighty fucking five years old. And getting an iguana is about the worst readily-available pet she could get at her age.”
Not if she bequeaths it to you after she kicks the bucket.
“Those fucking things can get up to 6 feet in length and need their own well-heated room at that point. Sure, she could just keep it in a small terrarium and limit its growth, but what kind of companionship can a 5” iguana offer an 85 y/o woman?"
The kind of companionship that only a stoic cold-blooded reptilian can give, simple presence
minus the emotional connection.