infinityshock
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its not even time for brunch and ive sent allah the company of a squirrel, an opossum, a rat, and two woodpeckers.
the rat made me work for his martyrdom. i had to chase that bastard across my yard and down my driveway then when i smashed the fucker under my shoe with my full body weight it kept squealing and writhing around so i literally had to do a pirouette on the evil vermin. one of its eyeballs popped out like a chihuaha getting hood-ornamented by a high speed dump truck.
im not sure if im going to bleach that shoe or just toss it into the trash. rat guts arent yet a trendy fashion statement.
one of the woodpeckers took an unusual path to meet its maker. it was up about 60 feet or so in a fairly large tree when it consumed a tasty morsel of a high speed dosage of its daily USRDA requirement for lead. after the cloud of feathers cleared it twitched in birdie-orgasm for a few seconds then just sat there on the branch. i watched it for about five minute while it just sat there like nothing happened then a gust of wind blew it out of the tree, finally making an uncontrolled flight until contact with terrain to a satisfying 'thunk.' this fucker was most deserved in its new career choice as a lawn dart after it chased off two bluejays enjoying their breakfast out of my bird feeder.
the rat made me work for his martyrdom. i had to chase that bastard across my yard and down my driveway then when i smashed the fucker under my shoe with my full body weight it kept squealing and writhing around so i literally had to do a pirouette on the evil vermin. one of its eyeballs popped out like a chihuaha getting hood-ornamented by a high speed dump truck.
im not sure if im going to bleach that shoe or just toss it into the trash. rat guts arent yet a trendy fashion statement.
one of the woodpeckers took an unusual path to meet its maker. it was up about 60 feet or so in a fairly large tree when it consumed a tasty morsel of a high speed dosage of its daily USRDA requirement for lead. after the cloud of feathers cleared it twitched in birdie-orgasm for a few seconds then just sat there on the branch. i watched it for about five minute while it just sat there like nothing happened then a gust of wind blew it out of the tree, finally making an uncontrolled flight until contact with terrain to a satisfying 'thunk.' this fucker was most deserved in its new career choice as a lawn dart after it chased off two bluejays enjoying their breakfast out of my bird feeder.