A normal day in the life of a parselmouth. Learn how to use this power to your means and take in the psychology of the average reptile. Also there is tons of shitty randomness in here from a real parselmouth's perspective and everyday life :)
So in my Wolfs Rain book I told y'all I would write about my husky, Mia. I adopted Mia from the local humane society when I was 9 years old. She had been surrendered after years of abuse by her owner. She had fatty tumors on her underside and she had Lyme disease and (what we thought was) kennel cough. After going to look at the dogs, my dad and I fell in love with her. We took her home, gave her some tender love and care, and went through countless surgeries and medications. 4 times now I was convinced she was going to die because of the (Newly Discovered) Chronic Lung Infection in her right lung. About what her (bitchass motherfucker) owner did to her. The bitch left her outside for the whole fucking winter with barely any food! She beat her with plates and kicked her when she barked. And we think (because of some signs of genetic inbreeding) she came from a Puppy Mill. You wanna know the owners excuse for all this!? "My husband left." WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
JUST BECAUSE YOUR JERK HUSBAND LEFT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO ABUSE YOUR DOG YOU FUCKING TWAT! GET A GRIP YOU STUPID TRUMPIST WHORE! I WILL NOT PITY YOU BECAUSE YOU HURT SOMEONE I CARE ABOUT! IF I FIND YOU I WILL SHOW YOU NO MERCY YOU SLUTTY CUNT!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I have told Mia a few times that if I found her owner I would rip out her right lung and give it to Mia so she wouldn't be sick anymore. Now I bet that slutty drunk hoe smokes nasty stuff. I'm done with my rant. Goodbye *hides*
