Fucken shickies.
So, as usual, I was watching my "Planet Earth" dvd's last night. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's a Discovery/National Geographic channel series where they show you all types o' crazy shit about this world and the animals that inhabit it. I swear I've learned more through this shit than I ever did in highschool.
Who needs highschool when there's the National Geographic channel?
Anyhow, all was fine and dandy during my "Planet Earth" time last night, until the bastards (who are normally very courteous about showing things get murda'd), felt the need to show a fox RACE up to a nest o' shickies (aka, CHICKS), TACKLE about six of them, leaving them all hurt and bleeding, and then STEAL one of the cute little dudes and run off with it. LIKE A BANCHEE. Is that even the right word? Meh.
You think it ended there? Oh no. No no, it did not. It THEN showed the closest close-up ever of the shicky hanging upside down inside the fox's mouth, helpless, and making the cutest little sqwaks (how the fuck do you spell squaks?) ever that seemed to say, "Mommy? Why am I between mean teef?"
I swear to god, I broke down sobbing. LIKE A BANCHEE.
And if that wasn't enough, I had a dream about my Boxer giving birth to two shickies, and then having some asshole dude at the lake leave them behind and tell me they had to fend for themselves, even though they were already well on their way towards croaking.
I'm pissed. We need to start dumping a bunch of bird seed and bread crumbs all over the plains and deserts of this world, that way, animals no longer have to eat each other. I'm sick of all this cannibalistic bullshit.
Who needs highschool when there's the National Geographic channel?
Anyhow, all was fine and dandy during my "Planet Earth" time last night, until the bastards (who are normally very courteous about showing things get murda'd), felt the need to show a fox RACE up to a nest o' shickies (aka, CHICKS), TACKLE about six of them, leaving them all hurt and bleeding, and then STEAL one of the cute little dudes and run off with it. LIKE A BANCHEE. Is that even the right word? Meh.
You think it ended there? Oh no. No no, it did not. It THEN showed the closest close-up ever of the shicky hanging upside down inside the fox's mouth, helpless, and making the cutest little sqwaks (how the fuck do you spell squaks?) ever that seemed to say, "Mommy? Why am I between mean teef?"
I swear to god, I broke down sobbing. LIKE A BANCHEE.
And if that wasn't enough, I had a dream about my Boxer giving birth to two shickies, and then having some asshole dude at the lake leave them behind and tell me they had to fend for themselves, even though they were already well on their way towards croaking.
I'm pissed. We need to start dumping a bunch of bird seed and bread crumbs all over the plains and deserts of this world, that way, animals no longer have to eat each other. I'm sick of all this cannibalistic bullshit.