and I don't blame him. The explanation by the sculptor was that he was tired of dogs shitting in his bushes. Good for him.So there you go, Mr. Gramlich, I guess we can all build our own shit fountains.
And here are some photos, still on Division Street, some you have to shake your head at, as with the famous mountain o'shit.
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I reckon I want to buy baby clothes from psychobaby.
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