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Never Ever get a pet.
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Perhaps something a bit more mundane since you’re all so high and mighty.
So Dacarlo some time ago asked me what kind of pet I’d like to get. He’s a cat person, he figures that cats make less mess and take less work to upkeep than dogs and other than those two choices everything is weird and outlandish.
I told him I’d have a robotic dog, no mess, no fuss, just hours of having spent way to much money on a robotic dog. That said despite setting you back a pretty penny it’d probably be cheaper in the long run than a real dog. I hate living in a house with animals. Everything and I mean everything gets covered in hair. It saturates everything. Dogs smell bad as well, fact. Not to mention when the proud duty of walking the little fuckers comes around guess who gets lumbered.
It wouldn’t be so bad if the damn things didn’t have a death wish. I swear the smaller of the pair is sexually attracted to car fenders or something and the big one just wants to tear the face off of everyone and everything it meets, that or fuck it stupid. So picture me getting dragged down the road by a pair of unruly mutts simultaneously trying to attack, fuck and get killed by their surroundings. The bottom line is that I’m responsible for this nonsense if it all goes tits up so I’m not happy.
In closing kids don’t ever get a pet because far from being a source of fun and larks they will piss you off no end.
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