dear peacock diary,
here is an example of an animal i have always not been very fond of- the peacock. something about a proud pretty bird makes me worried. also, when the male bird gets to be more esthetically pleasing than the female, well that is bullshit- since we are the egg layers across the board. stick your pretty feathers up your mother fucking ass- i think that's how it works anyway- i cant remember and i hate birds anyway. they shit all over shit. my mom always tagged me liking birds. but nope, i never did really. someday i would like to have a foul mouth talking parrot though. one that says all the words said back and forth between the unibomber and i all day long. words like; fuck, ass, ass fucker, dildo, dick, dick breath, dick cheese, dick face, dick nose, dickless in decatur, fucker fuck, ass fuck, fuck my ass, ass twat, fuck me in my ass twat, suck my dick, stfu ass twat, ima fuck you in your ass ass twat, shit, shit for brains, shit dick, dick head, headless dick, shit face dick, retarded fuck, pussy fucker, i fucking love you mother fucker, you're a whore, and my favorite- dick cheese. i figure when i got tired of it running its' fat pointed beak- i would just catch my parrot and stuff him back in his cage and cover it with a big green army blanket and shut him down for a while. that way after we both take our nap we can get up and start having our normal heart to heart conversations again and i can drop the unibomber off somewhere and not worry about him anymore.
