I am superior to all you do. I am perfect. That being said, I thought that I was invincible and placed an adequate amount of fear into the pipsqueak known as the dog. Its been 6 months with this house guest and 2 days before it departed it leaves a pile of nasty nast on my rug. That rug was tainted, therefore it is trash. However, when I saw the enormous mound of ugly, I screamed for fear that it was a rather large rat. (my other roommate has a rat so I’m not psycho) My biggest fear is the canine conundrum and knowing that they are shit heads does not make me grow fonder of their existence. Puppies suck even more than dogs. If I have to hear someone profess their love for an adorable puppy picture I am going to stab those human eyes. Those holy terrors are little atomic bombs ready to ignite and explode... and that’s what that rejected monkey trash did - explode shit on my rug.
Preparing for the worst and Hoping for the best.