Walking Whizzbang is an almost daily event. We have forged a couple mile circle that, by now, is so well-worn that if I were blind, Whizz could handle with ease and without variation. When we moved to our present domicile there were several fields that were as close to wilderness that you could find down here, most with coyote populations. Today, there is only one left, with the others being razed and leveled, new homes to luxury apartments. Along our path we come up with interesting things on occasion. A few weeks ago we posted a dildo container thrown to the side of the road - apparently its owner so overcome by its pleasures, they couldn't even wait to get home to try it on for size.
In the past week we came across this little guy propped up against a power pole. If there was a story, he wasn't talking.
I hope you have had your grape-nuts. We also came across this perfectly formed pile of shite that is an artistic rendition of male genitalia.
Odd finds indeed. Can't wait to see what's out there today.
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