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So I was listening to Rick "King of Cheese" Astley today whilst bumming around the car on my ass, waiting for the traffic to ebb and flow. I look out the window out of pure boredom and start gasping and screaming like a maniac at our answer to American Roadkill.

Bloody, tiny, feline carcass of unidentifiable breed stained the asphalt with its pitiful little remains. Head gone missing and probably lodged between the ridges of an 18-wheeler, and torso and waist separated so nicely the meaty strings of red were the first thing one would see had they too been unfortunate enough to gaze out their window at the same exact spot as me.

Poor thing.