today, becky and i made a dreadful realization. we realized...maybe a little too late that walking our trash down the three flights of stairs and across the parking lot maybe isn't such a bad idea.


the culprit 


the stain 


the maggots 

when we originally discovered the maggots, we screamed and jumped around...like people do in the movies when the guy the girl wanted to go to prom with actually asks her out...but from being sicked out and not excited. then we both manned up to our filth and bagged the maggots in a new bag of their own, and carried those fools down three flights of stairs and across the parking lot. we were so proud. becky only gagged once...and i only screamed like three times.

as you can see, our porch is eternally scarred by our laziness.

i'm sorry porch.