don't get me wrong
i'm like dr dolittle in a 'talks to the animals then has them killed and eats them' kind of way. and pheasants do themselves no favours by seeming so pulse racingly stupid (we disturbed a bouquet of female pheasants the other day and they scattered in all directions. the ones that ran towards the fence just kept running into the fence, like a computer game character you've stopped operating because you've gone to the loo). but with this particular pheasant, it would have seemed churlish somehow. he seemed so... spunky. (and i don't mean covered in cum)
(threadkiller, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 12:47, Reply)