Eating and crapping. Milk, honeydew, and unsalted cashews. (Really.) Talking to humans. Animals are exactly what they are called... animals. My last neighbors were a bunch of troublemaking alley cats who got high on catnip all day... living with their octogenaian grandmother who was just happy to have the company around... It was a bad element. I'm glad I don't have to be around them anymore.
Someone who'll keep these bugs from chewing up my ears. They're eating them up like they're burritos.I wish I could say women, but I'm overtly asexual. I would be gay if it weren't for that whole dogmatic karma aspect.I hate teasers. If you tease me, I will bite you.(Actually, I've never bitten anyone... Physically. I'm sure if I did, you would only enjoy it.)
Damn. Like I've got an MP3 on me. My experience with music is around three seconds total. Hardly a mass variety to choose from.
Good GOD, man. Films? I'm hardly able to discern all the colors on the electromagnetic spectrum. How am I supposed to appreciate films? Okay, I've watched films before. Which one did I like? The one with the two rabbits humping. That was a good one.
Next.
The most I see of print is the newspaper I take a dump on every day. It's in black and white, clear and concise, I like it. Only thing is, I never get to read past the page that I'm on. Sounds awful, but eh, it's like any other open-ended form of entertainment. i.e., It keeps me in suspense.
...Harvey. That big invisible rabbit. No. Actually, he's a punk bi***. The Pink Panther! There's a pimp right there. You don't see his h***, but you know he's got 'em.