4 trailer trashy (3 obese, one skinny) individuals just came over and took away our chinchillas. i’m convinced they’re going to breed them and make them into coats. also that they’ll overfeed them and they’ll die young. the myriad of ways i’m imagining the fuzzy little cuties dying right now is just overwhelming.
my horrified reaction to these people is predicated on their demeanor and comments while in our house. the favorite being when the fat man pointed at the pole across an arch and commented, “that pole should go from the ceiling to the floor, you know. that’s how they do it on jerry.”
was he seriously advocating that i start pole-dancing? that i turn my house into a strip club? i don’t think so, fat man.
they play KENO, for fuck’s sake. and they live in PITTSBURG.