Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

FUCKING FUCK

IT ONLY FUCKING OCCURRED TO ME TO RENDER THE FUCKING BADGER FAT AN HOUR AFTER I BURIED THE FUCKING THING BENEATH THE OFFICE WINDOW.

THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS SKINNING THE BODY I KEPT THINKING "THIS IS A TOTAL WASTE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FAT I'VE EVER SEEN, THIS IS A TOTAL WASTE..." BUT DID INSPIRATION COME WHEN THE DEAD FUCKING BADGER FARTED IN MY FACE? (<- OH, YES HE DID! I GOT HIM BACK BY CAREFULLY CARVING HIS TESTICLES OUT OF HIS SACK SO THE EXTERNAL COVERING OF HIS JUNK REMAINED IN THE PELT.)

NO, IT ONLY FUCKING HAPPENED //AFTER// I FUCKING HELD A BADGER FUNERAL, BURIED THE FUCKING BODY, CLEANED THE MESS UP, DISINFECTED EVERYTHING, HAD A SHOWER AND WAS WAITING FOR MY FROZEN PASTA DINNER TO COOK IN THE MOTHERFUCKING MICROWAVE.

(NORMALLY? NORMALLY I DON'T HAVE A CHANCE TO BURY THE FUCKING BODY SO THE JOB GETS DONE THE NEXT DAY. TODAY? THE FIRST DAY, EVER, THAT I MANAGED TO SPIRIT BOND, SKIN, BUTCHER, FREEZE AND DISPOSE OF THE CARCASS IN ONE SITTING. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.)