And then today there was a mention on Yahoo's front page, my memory reignited, and I discovered this:
That is the scariest fucking thing I have ever seen. How does that dog's owner pet that thing? How are you able to show it any love without recoiling in mortal terror; without it haunting your nightmares?
It reminds me of a story I saw on Ripley's Believe It Or Not (I tell this story all the time, so if you've heard me rail on this before, my apologies) about this dude whose face was eaten off by some bread mold, I mean, eaten the fuck off, his head was shaped like a fucking football helmet after that. Like the top part of a skull, the outside through the top jaw, and just a... a... hollow inside. SHUDDER. He had no eyes, no tongue, no nose... and the worst part was his wife was shown walking through a park with him, holding hands, leaning on his shoulder, and all I could think was RUN WOMAN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! IT'S A MONSTER! A MONSTER!!!
Does that make me a bad person?
Anyway yeah, that dog? Stank.
Sidenote: I was going to title this post "Be Careful What You Wish For", which makes more sense, but suddenly my head was filled with sounds of Snow White singing the song I used for the actual post title and I laughed my easily-laugh-off-able ass off.
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