2009
11.18
11.18
Hippos as logs
fuck you Hippo
The beady eyes, the pig-like grunts as the bulls’ position themselves to dominate each other via gay-rape, the way they waddle across fields of clover in Saharan oasis’, howling viscerally into the African night; I hate Hippos and always have. You go to hell Hippo, go to hell with your twitchy fat little ears, your evil eyes full of malcontent and bloodlust. Take your filthy toothy yawns and disappear into the inky depths forever. Nobody likes you.
NOBODY.
You know how they assert their assert their dominance, don’t you? http://www.lonelyplanetimages.com/images/186511
That’s right, spraying shit over the herd. Ah, documentaries, where would I be without you.
disgusting dung flaps. I fucking hate them…..
That Hippo look like my ex-wife
you know what they say: sometimes in life I feel like the marble during a game of Hungry Hippos.
On that note I remind long time reader “sparrow” that her name was once: Helga. Helga…the Hippo.