I lived, I loved, I laughed, I farted a lot and then I just sort of rolled over and expired in a huge pool of pizza and beer vomit but then... I'm getting a little ahead of myself.
Small limping crumpled mammals
Sudden loud noises
Cold noses on my butthole
I am fond of long walks in the rain, the dew on a flower petal, the soft call of the mourning dove and the gut-splattering, blood-spewing carnage, mayhem, and violence of firearm trauma, dismemberment and crushed bone.