The Crap Under The Stairs
So here I am returning to what you all came here to see: my crap! Heck it’s in the name. I know that I’m neglecting the Jacker part though. All in good time or not.
This is another lovely piece that I found on “the bench” in my building.
We built this city on plaster and shells.
It’s clearly a homemade piece of ART that required at least 79 hours of work. Can you believe that someone was able to part with this? Well I must say that I can because after having it in my apartment for about a month I decided that I could no longer stand the piercing eyes of that flamingo. While I do own a considerable amount of crap, I’m always trying toss out things that I’ve kept through three moves and haven’t found a use for.
The bench downstairs has been a blessing and a curse not to mention a father figure. I’ve found lots of stuff that I use on a daily basis and even stuff that I’ve sold. You can’t go wrong with a 100% profit situation. Sorry about that. It’s the former management part of me speaking. (Maybe more on that later too. A certain anniversary is coming up.)
So yeah…where were we? This crap that is on the bench again and has been for about a week. I hope someone else can find some meaning in it and give it a loving home. It reminds me a lot of my days and nights in Florida. I guess mostly because I hung out with flamingoes (or flamingos, just learned that one) and wore shells in my hair. I like to imagine that a sexy grandma made this right before visiting her sexy grandchildren. On that note, here’s the caboose in true Jackercrap fashion!
Ow! My caboose is loose and so are my bowels!
Next time on Jackercrap perhaps another music download or maybe even some Twinkie The Kid revelations…he’s straight as an arrow.
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