Run away, little girl!
Case in point: the leech (seen here struttin’ at yet another village fête).
We have a sort of moat-slash-drainage ditch out the back that may or may not have leeches in. Exciting leeches. Leeches that would guarantee a raftload of excitable government leechophiles descend on us like a ton of unwashed hippie.
You know what else the prospect of leeches in our ditch guarantees? That I personally never, ever, ever, ever, EVER set foot in that fucking ditch.
So help me, that one scene in African Queen. With the leeches.
July 30, 2009 — 6:10 pm
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