In bed, injured and in pain and smoking a big fat one
Was buzzed from a few drinks early this morning and riding my motorbike (i know :sergoi: )and skid trying to avoid a stray dog. These fucking strays have history of causing crashes, ive had enough and seen enough to learn avoiding saving them and just run over the fuckers. If i was sober i would have done just that but it still would have caused an accident though. These fucking strays run straight at you if he bike/car you are driving is loud and come out in packs when its late night and the roads are deserted.
It took me to the teenage days when i had my first ever bike accident because of a dog. In those days the stray animal cops would catch these fuckers every morning and wait for two weeks for someone to claim one of them before the put them down. Then came a politician/animal rights activist Maneka gandhi (who for a while in her career was fighting for 'milk' to be officially classified under non-veg food). After a few years the govt gave in and stopped killing them, instead now we catch them and a vet is paid to sterilise them. In a country where they should spend on development or actually provide free or cheap family planning operations for peeps who cant afford them but noooooo instead getting rid of dogs was replaced by catch-sterilise-release (back on the roads to torture the humans)
Someone explain this to me, how the fuck is that supposed to be a better solution then just putting them down? Is it that releasing one sterile dog among the others would rub off on them and they lose their sexual drive?
I wish Suligol would run the stray control dep of his country.
I have a strange cool scar though, its looks like i joined a cult and branded myself. Donno what caused that but it is perfectly shaped.