TM 151: And the Moral of the Story is...
Let's see.
The Wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood. The Hunter cut open the Wolf's Belly.
The Big Bad Wolf Blew up the Three Little Pigs' House. The Three Little Pigs roasted the Big Bad Wolf Alive.
The Witch in the Marzipan House wanted to cook Hansel and Gretel. Hansel and Gretel cooked Her, instead.
I'd say the moral of the fucking story is that if you're a wolf, you better start running, like the lion and the gazelle - you know that one, right? You don't? I don't fucking care - and if you're a little wise pig or a chickenshit human, and there's really little difference there, and more, pigs are tasty, at least....well, you're just as fucked up as the rest of them, you've got your fucking hands bloody just like anyone else and you're just as twisted, perverted and blood thirsty like every single fucking human being alive.
The moral of the story is that some of us are monsters. The rest are chickenshits.
See the fun in that? I do.
178 words, Frankie, The Indianrunner
The Wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood. The Hunter cut open the Wolf's Belly.
The Big Bad Wolf Blew up the Three Little Pigs' House. The Three Little Pigs roasted the Big Bad Wolf Alive.
The Witch in the Marzipan House wanted to cook Hansel and Gretel. Hansel and Gretel cooked Her, instead.
I'd say the moral of the fucking story is that if you're a wolf, you better start running, like the lion and the gazelle - you know that one, right? You don't? I don't fucking care - and if you're a little wise pig or a chickenshit human, and there's really little difference there, and more, pigs are tasty, at least....well, you're just as fucked up as the rest of them, you've got your fucking hands bloody just like anyone else and you're just as twisted, perverted and blood thirsty like every single fucking human being alive.
The moral of the story is that some of us are monsters. The rest are chickenshits.
See the fun in that? I do.
178 words, Frankie, The Indianrunner