So I go out on the deck a few minutes ago to take a leak, and there's a possum on the rail. I didn't know the fucker was there until like mid-stream. It started making this hissing noise, and for one fleeting second I thought the noise was my piss pressurization.
I fucking stood there and finished taking my leak staring @ the thing. Like anyone else with a remote cuntrol, I've seen my share of animal shows....Mutual Of Omaha, Lassie, Mr. Ed, etc.
I don't really have alot of respect for possums. Generally, you see 'em runthefuckover on the road or just lurking and shit.
This particular possum had character. So it's still sitting there after I get through taking a leak and I'm like in some sort of Beastmaster mode. I turn around and grab the catfood dish and attempt to hand-feed the motherfucker!
In retrospect, that was a foolish thing to do, and I'm lucky I didn't get bit-the-shit-out-of.
So the fucker starts hissing again and decides to jump from the rail onto the wrought iron table...that didn't work out to well. As soon as the fucker hit the table, the table turned over and landed right on top of the little bastard. This shit is unfolding in front of me like a merry melodies short.
Being more than disillusioned with the table plan, the possum goes back to the rail and decides to navigate the handrail going down the steps! That was even worse. The fucker went like one foot and fell onto the steps....just busting it's fucking ass all the way down....the fwa-bumps' were pretty loud. It sat @ the bottom for a few seconds and I threw some cat food down @ it. It just hissed some more and hauled ass.
That fucker 'ell need an aspirin tomorrow.
I fucking stood there and finished taking my leak staring @ the thing. Like anyone else with a remote cuntrol, I've seen my share of animal shows....Mutual Of Omaha, Lassie, Mr. Ed, etc.
I don't really have alot of respect for possums. Generally, you see 'em runthefuckover on the road or just lurking and shit.
This particular possum had character. So it's still sitting there after I get through taking a leak and I'm like in some sort of Beastmaster mode. I turn around and grab the catfood dish and attempt to hand-feed the motherfucker!
In retrospect, that was a foolish thing to do, and I'm lucky I didn't get bit-the-shit-out-of.
So the fucker starts hissing again and decides to jump from the rail onto the wrought iron table...that didn't work out to well. As soon as the fucker hit the table, the table turned over and landed right on top of the little bastard. This shit is unfolding in front of me like a merry melodies short.
Being more than disillusioned with the table plan, the possum goes back to the rail and decides to navigate the handrail going down the steps! That was even worse. The fucker went like one foot and fell onto the steps....just busting it's fucking ass all the way down....the fwa-bumps' were pretty loud. It sat @ the bottom for a few seconds and I threw some cat food down @ it. It just hissed some more and hauled ass.
That fucker 'ell need an aspirin tomorrow.
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