Forty-seven years... and the smell of those pathetic little candidates still hasn't gotten old. I can hear them stumbling through the wisteria right now.
Wait. Does anyone else notice a pattern lately? I keep seeing these ridiculous fox masks popping up in my territory. If you're wearing one of those, consider yourself warned—I have plenty of hands to ensure you never leave this mountain. It’s almost like someone is trying to test my patience. 🖐️💢