A story about cactusoftheeast
This one time CotE army-crawled under 4 cars in the Sam’s Club parking lot of gravel and glass shards to steal bridge mix from the open door of this elderly lady’s ford escort because I spotted it and said “S’blood, I want me some o that mix”. The bag split open so we were only left with 3 of the 10 pounds the bag contained as he fled the woman’s scolding cane, but we didn’t go hungry that hour. We sped off flinging handfulls of candy out the door like it was a jolly unwrapped parade sans children. That’s the kind of friend CotE is… forsooth.
