This is a medical condition
I have an obsession with freakish things, specifically animals. I want to own a game ranch someday, but instead of having pedestrian animals like "gazelle," "emus," or "fish," I want MY ranch to have giant armadillos and 3 foot spiders. And maybe a frilled lizard or a two-headed caribou thrown in for good measure.
There has to be medication for things like this, right?
There has to be medication for things like this, right?
posted by Rachel at 02:56
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Peter the Great of Russia had a similar fetish, except his favorite animal was people. Deformed babies in jars and stuff. I guess, if you're emperor, and it's still back in the day, you can get away with that kind of shit.
I was once told by an Internet liar that turkeys are so dumb ("How dumb are they?" the crowd asks in unison), that they drown in rain because they wonder what's pelting them on their heads and look up and swallow the rain and then it goes down the wrong tube and they fucking die. I guess what I'm trying to say is:
1) Don't get turkeys for your crazy zoo.
2) Stay indoors when it rains.
Girrrrl, it has been broughten.
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