The bear brain paste, as all our teenaged readers remember fondly, was a very popular story. From a distance.
This time I am chased off the back and the front and the sides of the float by a tote.
When I screw up my fortitude and peek in the said odoriferic tote what do I spy but putrefying octopus skin.
Why would JR save octopus skin in a tote to rot and smell you ask when the great natural waste basket, the Pacific Ocean is a mere short toss overboard? I DON"T KNOW why he or anyone would keep such a container around civilized people.
Ask him, he just might be looking for a new place to store his stuff.
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