Fucks and taxidermied animals

I’m reading The Bloggess‘ blog.
She uses “fuck” way more than I do.

Maybe I’m raised better?
Or more inhibited?

My home had only 3 taxidermied animals around when I grew up.
My dad shot the elk.
Someone else ran over the fox. (We just had it in the freezer for a while, with another elk head that ended up one someone elses wall).
I have no idea how we got the darned (fucking) squirrel.

After reading the bloggesses’ book I suddenly realized.
The lack of “fucks” probably just means I’m way less traumatized.

But seriousely.
You should read “Let’s pretend this never happened” by Jenny Lawson.

Oh, and Jesus was totally a zombie!

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