Elizabeth Grottaferrata Whore ❤️

About Rome

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

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But then, I see this guy trying to steal someone’s phone. I’m like, “Not on my watch!” I rush over, and we have this mini showdown. I’m yelling, “Dude, back off!” The crowd’s watching, and I’m feeling like a hero. I manage to get the phone back, and the crowd goes wild!

Leonardo da Vinci, a new discovery on folio 843 of Codex Atlanticus