Today there was more banging and loud noises in that little room again. I guess there is nothing I can do about it, so I decided to sleep on the big bed and sometimes watch to make sure everything is done right. Whatever it is that is being done. The hole in the floor made a funny noise and I put my head down in there to see what was going on. Daddy told me that I might not want to do that. Said something about ending up in a septic tank. What’s a septic tank?
Oh, man. Septic tanks are great! They’re like… concentrated poo. I love poo.
By: Angus on March 3, 2008
at 2:41 am