“So this is J.T. Cornpone. He has mutism.”
Me: “Well, technically it’s not mutism. That’s a physiological… Fuck. Now I have to move again.”
“So this is J.T. Cornpone. He has mutism.”
Me: “Well, technically it’s not mutism. That’s a physiological… Fuck. Now I have to move again.”
Kind of sums up the mating ritual of the striped bark scorpion.