There was a tiny cactus on my desk. I was angry and I smashed it down. The poor fucking cactus didn't do anything. I kept the needles in my fist all afternoon. I left the pieces of the pot and the dirt on the floor for weeks. Until my mom finally picked it up.
Ever Notice How Your Beast Enjoys to Wetly Suck, and Masticate upon its Treats? This Might Be My Favorite Way in Which the Debased Creature Afflicts Me. 😁