Canadian blood has been spilled on our soil. The house i live in got an email. The last guests renting the room leaked some menstrual poetry in the fancy sheets.
Nosy, i went in with the cleaners (popcorn in hand) ready to survey the carnage! Well,it wasn't what I expected.
I was expecting it to look like a litter of Great Dane were born there. No luck. It was discreet and small.
A couple of faint pink dots the size of quarters.
They cleaned it up as best they could but still that pro bedding's career has effectively ended.
I'm so glad we all survived the ordeal without and casualties or an international incident.
Now us jackal clowns have scavenged the sheet.
We are thinking of making a banner that says "Welcome to Salem" to put on our roof...y'know... for the airplane passengers to freak out to.
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