Whenever the ice breaker of what animal you would turn into in a fight passed around, I always say stoat.
I’m not a bear or a lion or anything powerful. I’m a short ass bitch with 0 muscle mass, but I am petty as fuck, much like a certain snow weasel with tiny knives for teeth.
if a fight ever were to arise, I would turn into a stoat, and slip away, but while my enemy sleeps, I would worm into their house, destroy all their pottery, ruin their clothes, and chew up their social security card. Plus for whatever reason, stoats are deathproof, so they would never catch me. Plus, they would never be able to look someone in the eyes and tell them they got their house wrecked by a long rat that weights 10 pounds soaking wet
I’m always one step ahead.
All I want in my life is to be even a fraction as drippy as fierce deity link. PLEASE.
if there is a way to punch a ghost, i will find it.
I went downstairs at four in the morning to get some water and my dad was there eating cereal and watching a sport documentary.
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