this is what's happening:
keeping it real,
keeping me company,
keeping up with the time-spanning
and wrench-choosing,
and bad-breathing,
and belligerence of her main man.
that's it.
two brutal berserker barbarian battle beasts,
at the same time.
we've got an understanding, she and i-
she pretends to understand what i say,
i give her gross jerky blops in exchange.
huh?
bribery?
more like barter, b!tches.
we're on that even-trade coexistence activation jauns.
a pair of pugilistic predators,
a duo of dangerously low serotonin levels,
a tandem tag-team of terrier and terror.
besides,
she'd hang out anyway, even without the bits
of beaten beef and cadavered cattle i toss her.
just because all sorts of orts are in order
when we hang out doesn't mean she doesn't like me.
it's the humans who don't get fresh on the fresh treats.
awwwwwwwwwwww, man.
we've got big plans tonight, y'all.
hot fire.
stumps of stoic stinkiness.
wet logs, and dropped logs, and links of all sorts.
soysages to sh!t,
it's all really happening.
if it weren't for the hardest styles,
i'd have none at all.
i am grateful for what i've got going on, guys.
that's real.
man's best friend she isn't,
still and all,
she's doing pretty good by me these days;
never quiet, never soft.....
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