Smite Of The Day
Trees.
Yes, trees. I place a smite on trees.
Granted, trees are generally wonderful flora-things. I dig trees. But in the last week, the giant monstrous trees owned by the old bachelors next door -- their house is something of safety violation, not to mention the reek of cat piss, the piled up newspapers and the yard that hasn't been tended in centuries -- have grown just enough to interefe with our satellite signal.
Stupid old men.
Yes, trees. I place a smite on trees.
Granted, trees are generally wonderful flora-things. I dig trees. But in the last week, the giant monstrous trees owned by the old bachelors next door -- their house is something of safety violation, not to mention the reek of cat piss, the piled up newspapers and the yard that hasn't been tended in centuries -- have grown just enough to interefe with our satellite signal.
Stupid old men.
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