A freaking rat crawled out of the hole. Fucking worse yet, it was infected.
Went right for me, hairless motherfucker.
Squashed the gormless bastard's head with the bat. I don't know how, my hand's are shaking so hard.
I need to breathe. Relax.
But there might be more down there. Fuck. Fuck.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
07/11 | 05:17 PM
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