Hello cagebots,
And first of all an apology, there is no mention of bestiality in this blog, I’m sorry to disappoint that one person that opened this blog in the hopes of some hot vulpes vulpes action. I know there was at least one of you.
No I’m talking about the two wee furry orange bastards that decided to use my front garden at 1 in the morning to make some sweet love.
The noise they make, for those unaware, is much like I imagine a soul would make if it wear being ripped from this realm and cast into the great beyond. Utterly horrifying.
It was this haunting sound that woke me up and left me with the existential dread as my mind went into over drive as I contemplated the meaning of life, what actually happens when you die and what if this was the end and we are all just stuck in a horrific loop doomed to relive our mistakes again and again.
finally fell over again at 5 and I was up at 7.
like I said, fucking foxes.
