To much to do, and too little time to do it!
Ladies and gentlemen, the saddest dead seal ever One time, when I was about seven, I saw a drowned opossum float underneath the dock where my family kept our boat. I remember kneeling there, with my face pressed against the wood, peering through the crack between two planks at this sad, pale, bloated thing that had once enjoyed shuffling through people's garbage cans, lolling in the surf. Crabs were involved. MY GOD, BUT WERE CRABS INVOLVED. I guess you could say that it's an image that's stuck with me ever since, haha. I tried to tone it down a little here, though.Uploaded by thesnowybiscuit at 22:09 on 21 May