This was a PM to g0t, then a thread, and now this. Yarrg.
So I was walking in the park one day when I noticed my shoe wasn't quite making contact with the ground. I was stepping on something, that was for sure, but it wasn't the sidewalk. I bend my foot around so I can see the bottom and notice a mess of matted fur and blood.
Lucky for me, I hadn't see Jim since we last made love. I woke up and he was gone. I guess when I felt something break under my sock as I got out of bed that day I should have realized where he went, but I was too distraught.
Thank god I found him, I thought to myself. He was a little flat, but I've stretched out his little squirrel asshole before, I can do it again.
I reminds me of the old saying. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
Or fuck a dead squirrel, or something.