This is My Bucket

Ah, possession. To possess. To be possessed. Better than being processed, I guess. Oy. I’m rhyming. Sometimes I think rhyming is like two-timing. (i’m doing it again) Here we have a lovely raccoon claiming her world via her butt. Possession is 9/10s of the law, I’m told, and I will not argue the point with … Continue reading "This is My Bucket"