That turd brought back (repressed) memories of going into a cubicle at a world renowned dance school, to discover a pan with about four of those in it. I didn’t take a photo, mainly because I assumed whatever had done them was not human and may be life threatening.
That turd brought back (repressed) memories of going into a cubicle at a world renowned dance school, to discover a pan with about four of those in it. I didn’t take a photo, mainly because I assumed whatever had done them was not human and may be life threatening.