Killed to DEATH
Speedevil asks: What have you killed? Accidentally, or on purpose. Concepts, species, a man in Reno, the career of a well-known entertainer, or anything else.
( , Thu 22 Dec 2011, 13:18)
Speedevil asks: What have you killed? Accidentally, or on purpose. Concepts, species, a man in Reno, the career of a well-known entertainer, or anything else.
( , Thu 22 Dec 2011, 13:18)
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House Plants
I have the uncanny knack of killing every house plant that comes in my house. Be it from neglect, over watering, feeding the plants coffee, piss, beer, mucus, blood (once tried to fertilise a rubber plant using MY fertiliser). They all last roughly 6ish months then they wither and die.
Fuck knows what im doing wrong, however I am able to cultivate blue mould behind the u-bend of the khazi!
( , Thu 22 Dec 2011, 22:33, 2 replies)
I have the uncanny knack of killing every house plant that comes in my house. Be it from neglect, over watering, feeding the plants coffee, piss, beer, mucus, blood (once tried to fertilise a rubber plant using MY fertiliser). They all last roughly 6ish months then they wither and die.
Fuck knows what im doing wrong, however I am able to cultivate blue mould behind the u-bend of the khazi!
( , Thu 22 Dec 2011, 22:33, 2 replies)
^What she said...
I sometimes feel like the Pol Pot of Herb Pots. I can almost sense them quiver and twitch as I walk in the room; then, when they're withered and dead and I'm standing amidst the carnage, I clench my fists and scream at the heavens.
"O GOD! WHY?!" and "ALL I ASKED WAS FOR A LITTLE THYME!"
So, in a nutshell, I understand where you're coming from; not the wanking into a rubber plant; that's just a rubber-fetish you've cultivated along the line; but the rest of it, yeah.
( , Fri 23 Dec 2011, 8:06, closed)
I sometimes feel like the Pol Pot of Herb Pots. I can almost sense them quiver and twitch as I walk in the room; then, when they're withered and dead and I'm standing amidst the carnage, I clench my fists and scream at the heavens.
"O GOD! WHY?!" and "ALL I ASKED WAS FOR A LITTLE THYME!"
So, in a nutshell, I understand where you're coming from; not the wanking into a rubber plant; that's just a rubber-fetish you've cultivated along the line; but the rest of it, yeah.
( , Fri 23 Dec 2011, 8:06, closed)
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