Saturday, May 7, 2011

Mass ecological terror

So, I used to dislike the time preceding Mothers Day because of my work.  I routinely handled nearly half a million flower boxes every year it came around.  You just get tired of seeing 'em that much; that, and their box shape makes everything more difficult.  But now, I view it in a better light.  Because somewhere out there there's a hippie that's crying over all the killed plants, and that will put a smile on anyone's face.  Picture with NSFW language below the fold.

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