Sorry believers, I have been slipping, and unfortunately, this will be another short, undeserving blog. I owe Don a total tribute of 120 pesos for my inaction. He's such a great and forgiving Don that maybe...just maybe...one day he may forgive me, though i surely do not deserve it. Don would never be such a bad person.
Today, I will speak briefly about Don's ability to speak to animals. Don can speak to animals. Literally. He talks to our dogs all the time, they fucking love him for that shit. They always wanna be around him. They fucking wag their tails when he comes home. They try to be near him when he's on the couch. They fucking love him.
Even snakes, who don't like anybody, like the Don. Don kills it. The other day a cobra/rattlesnake hybrid got on the porch while we were smoking cigarettes. It was terrible. I was screaming for my life. Don was stoic. He got right down on the snakes level. He let out a hissing that came to sound like 'c'mon man', and the snake just rolled out. It was fantastic, phenomenal even. Don is the man and the snakes now it. All the animals do.
Bear Grylls would be fucking dead as shit. Fuck that guy.
(Pictured above: a neighbor who captured a slightly smaller Florida Eastern Diamond Rattlesnake. The one Don drove off was a cobra hybrid. This guy is a pussy compared to Don. A stick to keep the snake away...pussy.)
Praise be to Don. Deacons of Don, keep it real, tommorrow will be much better.
Tzo out.
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