F---- you, Snake.
May. 6th, 2015 12:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misguidanceI was literally on the cusp of falling asleep when I heard a terrible clattering sound from Rambo's viv. I jumped out of bed (literally), afraid he might be having some kind of seizure, since there is nothing in there at the moment but kitchen roll and cardboard hides, so he shouldn't be able to make that kind of noise.
He was peering through the back grill of the viv at my bed. Staring at where I had been lying. He had obviously barrelled out of one of his hides with enough force to knock them both flying, and most of the kitchen roll was messed up too. And in the one spot where there was no kitchen roll, there was a massive glob of snake jizz.
That's right, folks:
Rambo woke me up with violent snake masturbation.
I.... I've got nothing. All I want to do is sleep.
He was peering through the back grill of the viv at my bed. Staring at where I had been lying. He had obviously barrelled out of one of his hides with enough force to knock them both flying, and most of the kitchen roll was messed up too. And in the one spot where there was no kitchen roll, there was a massive glob of snake jizz.
That's right, folks:
Rambo woke me up with violent snake masturbation.
I.... I've got nothing. All I want to do is sleep.
