So it starts of like this: There I am, minding my own business. The sky is blue, the birds are singing and I’m punching away at this Zebu…

Wait… No. I lied.

There were no birds. Sorry. I thought the story needed something.
Actually now I’ve reminded myself of all violent encounters I’ve had with animals.
Let’s see: I’ve been…

-Bitten by a meerkat.
-A Duck got caught in my hair (I only wanted to kidnap one of its babies! Is that so bad?) and then it shat on me.
-A seagull has also shat on me (good luck? I think not).
-Kicked by a kangaroo (a Baby roo)
-Chased by an emu (its more like I ran screaming from it before it actually made move and my reaction freaked it the fuck out!)
-Stalked by a goat
-Cornered by a goose
-Clung too by crab (the fucker would not let GO!)
-and the occasional claw abuse from my cat…well I do annoy him with all my demands for hugs and the like.

I’m like Doctor Dolittle’s cousin: Podiatrist Pet Abuse. Vet Violence. Nurse… Neurotic…animal….chic…

So I went for job interview the other day. And for days I was a like: ha! It be so funny if I as given this particular question!
So I go in, I’m all nice and clean and done up and they give me this questionnaire. And LOW and BEHOLD! There it is.
Question number 6: Where do you see yourself in 5 years.

OH! The temptation! The urge- the LUST to rip of Mitch Hedburg and write: “Celebrating the 5th year anniversary of you asking me this question.”

OH but I didn’t. I wrote a happy-go-lucky HIREMEFORTHELOVEOFGODHIREME answer:
Celebrating the 5th year aniversy of being hired by…”blablabla
I was disappointed in myself. I so desired…

So you might have guessed: I’m bored. Well since that stupid Tagging thing I got thinkig: WHO starts tagging? If I just make up a bunch of questions and get like two ppl to do it, and so forth… I have started a tag ...ging?

Well why not try it?- I mean besides how much I HATE tagging. In fact that shall be our theme until I get bored of it.

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Here we go:

One a scale of 1 to 8,000,009,576, 57; how MUCH do you dislike being tagged?
-I’d say about 8,000,009,676,56.

How much do you hate soppy chain letters like:
“Dear whoever you are, I am a sickly child with only one leg and one third of my left arm. I am also bald. I am so sick that my cancer has AIDs AND HIV. So if you could find it in your heart to send this email on to 20 of your friends 3.4 cents will be donated by some magical resource that will tell us exactly hoe many times you forwarded this email. Thank you –lots of ailing child love- Timmy”.
-Not little Timmy!

So you hate being tagged huh?
-hellaYES!

Think this is stupid and pointless because it will go nowhere and the message will be lost in a hurricane of incoherent, misspelled, abbreviated words with removed vowels, unnecessary exclamations and overall, stupid answers?
- ‘4 Sre!!1@

Hate me yet?
-You know how I feel.

I tag my dad :VeraAda: and :RohanElf: to see if anything comes from this. And anyone who canbefucked: steal this and tag ppl. OH The IRONY!
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Know something stupid? You know when you get stupid questions in tag things and chain letters that ask stuff like: ‘something no body know about you’ and the like? I have confession I am always super tempted to put down, it I know I never will because you’ll all go: …o.O At me. It’s nothing perverted or disgusting just fucking weird. All I can say is it involved a practically odd form of a snack.
And now it looks like I want you all to demand wtf it is. But I don’t. Because you will all flee. I keep thinking about. Waiting for the day I confess…



Hey! So how about those things!

Wanna hear about me dream? Sure, why not!

So there I am punching this Zebu…