My mom’s boyfriend is this 6’2 super buff macho dude with many facial piercings who enjoys death metal and I just came downstairs and found him crying because they had to put down a dog on animal cops.
I like him.
She’s a lucky woman.
I hate that when I tell people I love spiders they start telling me about the times when they’ve killed a spider or spiders and it’s like why are you telling me this you’re basically admitting to drowning a bag of kittens to me, that is the equivalent.
Stop bragging about killing innocent animals no matter how small or “scary”.
People tell me about the times they’ve set them on fire…