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.
3 comments:
awww you poor thing.
thanks for the drive by and thus why we refer to others as dirty rats
Gross rat story for you. (Brace yourself). So, I'm walking around in Adam's Morgan one night, when I step in what I thought (and it felt like) a banana peel. Come to find out it was a freshly ran-over rat.
Lord have MERCY.
You've never heard a black woman scream like I did. I just screamed and took off down the street screaming like a black woman possessed. I could still feel the icky feeling in my foot from stepping on that shit . My head is spinning with thoughts like "How can I cut my foot off? I need to cut my foot off NOW." Alas, I realized that I couldn't actually do that, but heck if I was getting into my car with that nasty ass rodent's guts smeared on my shoe. So I did the only thing I could. I kicked off those mofos (brand new, too) and left them right there by the mess. *shudders from the memory*
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