Wilder, Lower Wolves

Wolves that are actually FUCKING SQUIRRELS...I count NINE of them out in my front yard, every last one of them sitting on their hind legs, facing me. Looking directly at me with those cold, dark eyes...Don't they ever FUCKING SLEEP??????? I count NINE of them waiting to chew out my eyes...Burrow into my guts through my belly button...Gnaw on my nuts...

I've got enough smokes and sardines to make it to Monday, but then I gotta go to work...

I'm getting sick of this shit.

FUCKING SQUIRRELS!

Hotcha! Hank