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So, yesterday I'm going around doing my various routines, when I get a call to go to the front of the store. I get there to find one of the managers. A customer had reported 'something undesirable' just outside the entrance, and it needed to be cleaned up.
The manager took me to one of the big white supporting pillars... There upon it, painstakingly built up out of loads and loads of little round daubs of what I can only hope was mud, was a figure about two to three feet tall. A bit more than a stick figure - kind of a silhouette, really - but basically a figure of a man.
With a long dangling appendage between the legs.
Somebody needs a hobby.
The manager took me to one of the big white supporting pillars... There upon it, painstakingly built up out of loads and loads of little round daubs of what I can only hope was mud, was a figure about two to three feet tall. A bit more than a stick figure - kind of a silhouette, really - but basically a figure of a man.
With a long dangling appendage between the legs.
Somebody needs a hobby.
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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