May 13, 2011

it's a fanger banger

dear the bird finger diary,

i have never heard a rat squeal that long when it was being killed in the shower. i bet is screamed for over 45 seconds and then let out another last yelp. the unibomber did something so dumb today, he set me the fuck up and i am still pissed off, but what can you do about it- but sit here with an ice cube and a towel and know next time it will be fucking different. i sent him to get the rats, which i swore i would never do again, and this time i mean it, but at least this time he came home with rats and not mice. normally when i get home i put them in the bathroom sink. guess where he put them? go ahead- guess. i wasn't payin attention (cuz i was bloggin) and i look up a few minutes later and  i see the snake at the top of the tank SNIFFING HER DINNER THROUGH THE LID. i know ima get bit when i take her out. AND I DID. she got me. my bird finger- the most important finger of all- got a big bite out of the knuckle- and started squirting blood everywhere. i almost bled out. now i have a row of fang marks on my finger that would look very sexy as a tattoo and blood on my shirt to match, oh and rat shit in the shower- WHICH IMA LEAVE BECAUSE AS YOU ALL KNOW- I TAKE BATHS.