Sloths are fucking wicked

Animals, man. They rule. Other than drinking and smoking, another fine quality that should be part of everyone's lives is the desire to be around animals. I can't get enough of the cunts.

Few years ago, a girlfriend and I looked after a dog of a friend of hers for a couple of weeks. It was a toy-dog, some kind of little terrier I think, with long, lank greasy hair. I can't remember the breed. I fucking hated yappy little dogs, and was convinced they were all cunts. I was bitten by one on the knee when I was ten. Will I make a joke about that shitty old adage? No, I will not. Anyway, after a few days of me generally sneering and taking the piss out of the little bitch, one evening there was a mad thunderstorm, loud as fuck. I have never seen such a terrified creature in all my life. The dog yelped and shivered, trying to bury herself in the intractable corner of the kitchen, just fucking pulsing with fear. So anyway I took her up and comforted her and shit, and she slept on my bed that night. After that, we were all right. She was quite a laugh, when you got to know her.
Anyway, animals are good for the soul, and that is all.
Sirrah!

"Why are all those human cunts staring at me?" The Happy Sloth