uberreiniger: (Huh?)
If you love me, cook me fried chicken. If you hate me, fry me chicken thighs. Chicken thighs are revolting and gross me out. I just can't stand biting into something and finding a kidney. Or worse, biting into a fucking kidney. Kidneys store piss. They are not for eating. I don't care how deep-fried it is, nothing that has contained a chicken's lifetime worth of chicken piss is meant for human consumption! Or any other kind of piss for that matter.

When I was growing up we had a vicious outdoor cat who would attack and kill any animal smaller than itself. He would summarily leave these small mammals on the patio in front of the back door as a gift for the family. We never accepted them of course, but he never stopped trying. Usually after twenty-four hours he would give up and eat the kill himself. So in the morning we would usually find a smear of blood and a pair of disembodied rodent kidneys lying where the wee beastie had been. Seriously, he would eat them bones and all but leave the fucking kidneys! What does that tell you? That cat wasn't dumb but I refuse to let him be smarter than me. Morris the notoriously non-picky killing machine just refused to eat Mr. Field Mouse's twin piss tanks. Maybe we should all listen to what he's trying to tell us.

And I'm sure someone is probably going "But what about oral sex? You pee down there too!" And I'm sure you're not surprised to hear me say that's different. But it is. You can and should perform hygiene on your dong/cooter before cramming it down someone's throat, ensuring that they have a pleasant and piss-free experience. Kidneys DO NOTHING but store piss all day, every day. Don't tell me any amount of cleaning and cooking will get the smell out. Plus, when you're going down on someone you're generally stimulating only outer things. You're not getting the total urethra experience. If our kidneys were somehow exposed and erogenous I would have no problem with licking the outside of them to stimulate your partner. But I will not eat kidneys from a dead animal. That, sir, is where I draw the line.
uberreiniger: (Sawyer complex)
[Error: unknown template qotd] It usually starts by blasting metal in the car on the way home. I tend to do this when I'm having a really great day as well, but there are a few songs that are my "bad day" theme songs that I'll switch back to when I'm angry. "Zero Signal" by Fear Factory, "In My Darkest Hour" by Megadeth, "Leave" by Klank, and "Waste of Time" by Circle of Dust are some of my old standbys. Most of you don't know who those bands are or what they sound like, but the band names and song titles alone should tell you that they're great Bad Day music.

Since I tend not to let it show to people that I'm having a bad day, I channel my aggression into video games where I can murder anything that moves without conscience. Lately that's been in World of Warcraft, but in years gone by many of my psychological issues were worked out to MIDI shrieks and squeals of the Doom games. You may be surprised, but Silent Hill is not one of my anger games. Too cerebral.

I also used to go for long walks at night, usually talking to myself and probably making people think I was the local half-wit. Then again, this was back when I lived two blocks away from the college party district so maybe they thought I was just drunk. Since moving to my current city I don't really do the walking thing anymore, or not in the same way. I miss it.

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