My brother bought two snakes yesterday.
I hate snakes, they smell like chutney and wheelbarrow tires.
Creepy crawly little things they are.
So what if they are only 20cms long, they will eventually be big and able to kill me.
Unless I kill them first.
Crack their little necks.
Stomp their little faces.
I think I might kill them.
Yes, kill them.
Or, better yet, I will wait till whacking day.
Yes, whacking day.
Don’t know why I am writing like this, yet strangely satisfied.