And then the Crissys came across the third and final bizarre site just off the Equestrian trails at Schmuckytown Woods this past Sunday as if you guys didn’t know where the Crissys went this weekend by now. Crissy promises she will shut. up. about the fucking woods already after this.
It’s like she’s never been before. wtf?
Anyway, here it is:
What the hell?
It was a tree decorated with beads and feathers and angels and all kinds of random crap.
And contrary to what Crissy thought it was not even a memorial for some poor dead Woodland Gay or anything.
And the rocks around the bottom of it had stuff written on them too. The handwriting was different on all of them and Crissy is certain that at some point in the very recent past a bucket full of crazy was poured on this poor tree and it’s surrounding woodland accoutrements.
Wait. Is that a kabbalah string hanging from that stick?
Also, as evidenced by the rainbow flag, they are clearly Woodland Gay friendly.
Here are the rocks Crissy mentioned:
And one rock that you maybe can’t see here said that if Crissy needs a miracle she should take a leaf but Crissy is all stocked up on crazy at the moment so she didn’t take one.
But do you Queefs think there might be some of those Miracle leaves left because Crissy’s thinking that maybe she should have taken one anyway just in case the coo-coo for coco puffs crazy people are right.
It’s the same feeling of self doubt that she gets when she deletes all those emails that say “if you don’t forward this to ten friends in the next 5.2 seconds your head will turn to lime jello and start to smell like fish.”
What if it actually happens?