This entry was published at least two years ago (originally posted on February 1, 2015). Since that time the information may have become outdated or my beliefs may have changed (in general, assume a more open and liberal current viewpoint). A fuller disclaimer is available.
This bin at Fred Meyer was like some kind of plush horror film.
As Teddy sunk ever deeper into the writhing mass of giant pink caterpillars, he cursed the cruel gods that had fixed a permanent grin on his horrified, screaming face.
