Things have been pretty dull around here lately, eating, sleeping and pooing being the order of the day. Come to think of it, it's been heaven.
Mum’s being taking the mick again with pink hammocks, she thinks she’s so funny. I’m perfectly comfortable with my (typical red blooded male) sexuality but there’s no way I’m sleeping on a doe’s hammock. Unless the doe is included. LOL. No such luck, I’ve had celibacy forced upon me :(
I think I’m going to run away. And this time I mean it. I could go and join a band of wild rats, they don't have to put up with hoomans trying to control their love lives.
Do they have yoggies in the wild?
