"Put the shit in the box or I'm gonna carve

"Put the shit in the box or I'm gonna carve up your stuff"
"Ok, please just calm down. Let's be reasonable here."
Maybe we went about this whole situation wrong, hell - maybe everybody did. All I know is I've never connected with another human emotionally like i did with that hamster.
Snuggles could sense when I was anxious, and the way he calmly nibbled his hamster nuggets would always soothe me.
Snuggles could stare into my soul with his onyx nocturnal eyes. I told my therapist about my hamster love in all its glory. Sighing, he looked down his nose and said,
"You're obviously substituting your furry friend for real, human relationship in all its messiness. I think you might be afraid to risk yourself again. This week, I want you to
approach a stranger on the street and ask talk with them for at least 5 minutes. That way you can get used to human contact again."
I was skeptical about this proposal, but I decided to try it out. I approached the nearest stranger--a man whose face appeared to have been melted off in a very recent fire. I
lit a swan vesta directly from his cheek bone, blew a perfect smoke ring and gave the answer to his proposal directly to his face. He smiled, raised a charred eyebrow and said
“the monkey is not for sale” and brought up his knee to crush the man’s scrotum. Grabbing the keys to the Viper, he sprinted out the door–Diablilo in tow- to live another day.

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