do you remember francis? some of you may have scars taht could help... well he was my last turtle. a rescue turtle you understand... my sister found him in our driveway one summer when i was in college and rather than "throw him as far as you can into lake ontario" as my father insisted i accepted him into my care as a poor replacement for the dog that i left at home when i moved off to school.
he was quite a badass at a very young age.. he was about the size of a quarter and had that wonderful prehistoric look that all snapping turtles do.. so he lived with me in various tupperware containers of increasing size, eating what ever organic or inorganic substance that was placed in his little world. i had him for two or three years including a couple of escape attempts where he chose to roam the apartment at the time for a couple weeks. (often to be found, mouth agape in the middle fo the kitchen, demanding food)
anyway, aside aside, francis was a badass and was released into the wild after biting raynbo's girlfriend at a shell diameter of seven inches.
well possibly mentioned earlier i got the most cliche turtles ever at the end of sirenfest...
get this:
Coney Island, cheap plastic box with a little palm tree. Total price? $12.
yeah.. well these motherfuckers are pussies.
well this is longer than i thought it would be at this point and the eagles are doing well so i'll finish this later.
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