Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Prick, no prick

I bought a rose bush from the hot redhead who word at the flower shop. When I went home to plant it, I pricked my finger on one of the thorns. When I woke up, I looked like this, the latest victim of Poison Ivy's plan to take over the city. Apparently, there are dozens of us running around town now. Best nefarious plan ever, if you ask me.

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