Say what

Anus-- said the lion softly into the microphone, and the radio waves took his message across the city.

What the hell happened?- the Chief of Police snapped at the animal control officer, clad in a bright yellow jacket slightly too big.

-We tried to stop him but...

-But what!?

-Sir, he has a gun.

-...Mother of god...

Twelve stories above the lion had locked himself in the radio cabin, while a SWAT team quickly scrambled to somehow manage the situation.

Anus, he kept repeating in diverse manners, some times whispering, others more intently and others yet almost as if roaring.

-I know what we have to do. I am an animal psychiatrist.

-WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?

-I am an animal psychiatrist.

-Oh.

-Motherfucker

-Who said that?

-Yes

-What?

-Yes

It was all very confusing.

-Ok, grandpa stop, just stop ok? This story sucks. I doesn't make any fucking sense.

-You little shit. Hang on, it makes sense at the end!

So grandpa kept on reading, and in the end his weirdass story made a lot of fucking sense and everyone was happy. Cupcakes were had and a lesson was learned.

:)

Today's post was brought to you by Sacrolumbar Ligament Lesion & her Heavy Duty Pain Killers. And M.Shayamamlamalmamalan