Friday, August 08, 2008
Don't Rat Me Out...!
was on my way home from having the perfect gay afternoon--outside
lunch and my new Baazar mag. It was all ruined when I almost stepped
on this, a dying rat. I absolutley hate rats! At times I have wicked
nightmares that I'm in one if those encased chambers filled with
vermin, you know, like on Fear Factor. Also, when I lived in New York
and I was walking home from the club, a rat the size of a squirrel
jumped from a trash can and scurried across my feet (shivers). So with
that being said, I was happy the little cock-sucker was dying. He was
trying to drag himself to Lord knows where. After I cursed that
fucker and all of his ancestors, I was on my way. I refrained from
torturing it like I wanted.
Rats are not right man, they are filthy disgusting creatures. Some
things just shouldn't be--rats and kitten-heeled mules. If the world
didn't have those two things, it would be a better place.