Today:
I used the term "masterpiece" sarcastically, although I am very happy with this one. It is sort of a continuation of "Prehistoric Citrus Were Very Clever Hunters".
It's called, "Later That Night, He Slips On the Rug, and Suffers 3rd Degree Burns".
Love it! Also am particularly fond of the 'Mail Order Bride' piece. Their's was a bitter, hollow love ...
Very, very, cool and clever.... and it makes me think... how did the prehistoric citrus evolve? Did they evolve? I've googled the hell out of it... nothing.
I'm against the hunting of citrus for sport.