i definitely repped some animal activation yesterday.
uh-huh.
sheep were in full effect.
no joke.
check the teleport:
i think these little stoopidheads like to play dress up.
i mean,
this guy was doing his best lazy captain america pose:
and while he was taking it easy,
this other other ninja was mugging it up so hard:
that's some perfect squiggly horn action.
i don't even really like sheep.
but i'm kind of all about what's up with that epic horniness.
and speaking of horniness, neighbors-
this one big fat grotesque greasy ram,
whilst hornless,
was headbutting everything in sight....
and when his cellmates were distracted,
he got 100% dirt-dirty and grit-grimy,
and started really ramming it home:
getting busy getting busy,
because nature wins, with or without witnesses.
that filthy F*er looked a lot like elliot gould
having a heart attack.
so dirty.
also,
his 'friend' looked just like him.
gross.
the last person i would ever flirk up on
would be anybody old and busted enough to look like me.
just sayin'.
sheep are not picky.
awwww.
but, all's fair at the fair-
so hard-style pounding and breakbeat-bleating are on the menu!
watch out, you better watch out-
somebody gonna get pregnant!
...
and,
in more diabolical news,
the devil also goes to the fair, apparently:
we're just a couple of black human-tallow candles,
a skin-bound necronomicon,
and a naked witches' coven away from the end of days, y'all.
for the record,
i'm ready.
-
these wooly weak-sauce sorcerers of death's construction
also happen to like me a little bit.
and despite my disdain for herd-following social animals,
i get a little lonely sometimes, too,
so i'll accept a snuggle from a sheep in a pinch:
yep.
boogery animals wanna wipe their sh!t on me.
i guess i'm just i'm kinda like that.
*
i love the fair, kids.
sights, sounds, some of the smells,
cider, sheep, and spun-sugar sexiness.
seasons change,
but truth tellers and hard-stylists remain.
today is the day again,
just like every day;
never quiet, never soft.....7x32
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