Fuck off. I thought the cunt would leg it on night two. Rabbits in Otago. Whatever

How wrong was I!

So, bastard possum did what he did. Night two he really should have legged it. Not this cunt!

At fuckoff o’clock I heard little feet on the floor, then I heard the new game. Turns out jumping from the bed to the shelves and back is fucking cool. And, fucking AND, we should stop on top of the boss, just because we can.

That freaked me the fuck out.

If anyone wants a pet possum, well, step into my office…