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Some people would give their right hand. . .

It's not my hand however. We'll say it's not even real. I've wrestled months over if I should post this or not; and I've decided I should, in the hopes your comments will help me recognize alleged sociopathic attitudes.

In a nutshell: My dog Hera found this half buried during a stroll in the foothills. Luckily I stopped her before she put teeth marks in it (stupid dog!). It wasn't really warm anymore, and something told me I would need to get it home and take a picture while it was still plump and colourful. So I washed the bugs and dirt off with a hose in the backyard first. . . it's really weird how the fingers kept insisting on curling shut. Creepy. (I know it's sick to admit, but it was childishly fun flipping and boinging them like piano keys).

Honestly, it started to wig me out because it kept just "being there". It never stank per se (kinda musty), but it turned pretty grey and kept "oozing" before I tossed it over the fence to my neighbor's dog. I didn't want Hera (my red Doberman) getting sick; my neighbors are SJWs.

I am confident my deviant friends here-- or someone on the www-- will appreciate the creativity of this. My therapist suggested I use randomly acquired things to stir up my creativity as a coping mechanism for certain childhood traumas. I like to call this "found art". . . and in time for Halloween!

Shhh; it's a secret.

It's ridiculous the things people throw away.

Update: (2022) I took off the "mature" warning years ago, but the world has changed so much since I first posted this that I no longer feel comfortable showing it without a disclaimer. For the record that IS my 'shopped hand and the story is a complete, creative writing fabrication. Rest your fears, gentle travelers.

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Some people would give their right hand. . .

It's not my hand however. We'll say it's not even real. I've wrestled months over if I should post this or not; and I've decided I should, in the hopes your comments will help me recognize alleged sociopathic attitudes.

In a nutshell: My dog Hera found this half buried during a stroll in the foothills. Luckily I stopped her before she put teeth marks in it (stupid dog!). It wasn't really warm anymore, and something told me I would need to get it home and take a picture while it was still plump and colourful. So I washed the bugs and dirt off with a hose in the backyard first. . . it's really weird how the fingers kept insisting on curling shut. Creepy. (I know it's sick to admit, but it was childishly fun flipping and boinging them like piano keys).

Honestly, it started to wig me out because it kept just "being there". It never stank per se (kinda musty), but it turned pretty grey and kept "oozing" before I tossed it over the fence to my neighbor's dog. I didn't want Hera (my red Doberman) getting sick; my neighbors are SJWs.

I am confident my deviant friends here-- or someone on the www-- will appreciate the creativity of this. My therapist suggested I use randomly acquired things to stir up my creativity as a coping mechanism for certain childhood traumas. I like to call this "found art". . . and in time for Halloween!

Shhh; it's a secret.

It's ridiculous the things people throw away.

Update: (2022) I took off the "mature" warning years ago, but the world has changed so much since I first posted this that I no longer feel comfortable showing it without a disclaimer. For the record that IS my 'shopped hand and the story is a complete, creative writing fabrication. Rest your fears, gentle travelers.