Um…I didn’t say you wanted to eat it, either…I found your preoccupation with milking its hairy little teats disturbing (and nauseating) enough.

(pictures Heath tweaking those tiny nipples and throws up just a tad in mouth)

Eww. Broth of barf. It’s like cheese made from rat milk**

**You’re it. I can do this all day long.

😝

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.