Have you ever returned to your home and found that your four-legged shit princess has left you a present on the carpet? It's a stinky mess she can't clean up and you wonder why you feed this creature in the first place. Well, it's a helpless puppy and if babies are worse, then I should expect to recieve negative sleep in the (telescopic) future. I mean this little monster has pissed on my workshop stories- ...which is fine cuz about 80% of my classmates had the same comments and I contoured them to a separate note.
...so
I had hippy hair. A little more than shoulder length until yesterday, now it's half an inch and I have no eyebrows. Me? I shave to relieve stress. I'm just gonna tell my classmates there was a fat seed in the joint.
-anyway
This puppy shows promise of being a good dawg. Someday we shall hunt together, running through the woods or plains and tackling a herbivore of some kind. The dog, the dog will go for the jugular, as I attempt to gouge out the eyes of our prey. Maybe I'll kick its knees in sideway. I don't want to use a weapon, just an ally. Oh, and I want to eat some meat, on this point I am usually clearly nature's responce to vegetarians.
...I'm tempted to eat a vegetarian, I really am. My sidekick is a puppy afterall and much better at catching dears than deer.
Perhaps for tonight, I shall retire. My canine friend, passed out in what appears to be mid-trot, has the right idea.
broken dream's toro de 'ard' -tell me if anyone get's that