The basic message so easily forgotten*** Though most blogs are globs of bogus, and though I am repulsed by the cacophonous word itself, my big bro’s got one so they can’t be all bad.
Publié par Cryptisemita à 7:09 PM
Keywords : Cryptisemita, Horny Volition Dead Friend, Demon Blues, Fucking Tumours, Funeral on Mount Royal
4 comments:
I laughed when our cherished Demon bumped into the furniture every time he gave me a friendly wink. Rest in a quiet peace buddy...
awww. not the little rat :( my condolences. you must miss the little guy
give the boy a hug from me, I'm sure he feels like crap and it's nice to know you've created a ritual with him to say goodbye to a friend. Can't say I've ever been one for vermin love... but everyone needs what they kin get... lucky rat. sounds like he had a good home. doubtless.
Even if you think you were being harmlessly funny,you can go flush yourself with a comment like that. Demon wasn`t vermin, you son of a cunt. He was a mammal, an animal, yes, a rodent, but he was a pet, and an adorable, faithful, loyal little friend to me and my son and now he`s dead and nobody can get away with calling any of my friends vermin without me calling you a son of a cunt, and now I have so all is forgotten...what was I saying?
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