One night he'll be sleeping on my chest as he always does and his dark side will prevail causing his sharp teeth to rupture my coronary...
My brother is a fucking monster from who knows where.
One day he'll come by my place, see me dead and half-eaten by my monster cat and join him in his bloody feast before finishing off and eating the cat itself as well.
Boy I got it good... But then, whadd'ya expect! I am a fucking monster myself!
Well, not really... Damn! I am doomed.
2 comments:
Your brother steers clear of that dark, infested place.
Yeah, I've noticed. I am barely there myself. Of course now that I have a new fridge, attendance should pick up :)
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