pongo the plant...
Gina got me a plant to go in my newly empty bathroom when she was helping me shop for stuff. I told her I'd kill it. I said to her and the check out lady (person? what is fucking politically correct there? I know it's not "Check Out Bitch" (tm) I'm sure of it.) I told them that the plant is on it's fucking own. It better have a divining rod (or what ever the hell those dowser whacks call it. Maybe it's a dowser rod. no idea. what) Anyways that bastard better be able to get it's own water. It better be an independent plant because it isn't getting piss from me. Yes I do mean that both literally *and* figuratively. Yes you can do both.
I said it was like giving a dalmation puppy to Cruella De Ville. I think I'll make myself a garmet from this little plant... mwahahaha...
I named the fucking thing pongo.
I said it was like giving a dalmation puppy to Cruella De Ville. I think I'll make myself a garmet from this little plant... mwahahaha...
I named the fucking thing pongo.


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I once had a ficus tree. From the day I bought it, it started dying a prolonged and sad death.
I went out of town for a few months and my housesitters moved it outside, where they pissed on it every day. At the end of my trip, I came home to the most vibrantly healthy ficus tree I'd ever seen, but I just couldn't move it back into my house.
So the moral of the story here is: Piss on your plants.
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