Frankly I was influenced by some friends to create an account here. I'm rather skeptical of how this will turn out in the future to come. I suspect I'll receive some criticism I've never known before by peers and parents alike, or just whoever the hell is reading that actually gives a shit. And I'll be like, "OH CRAP, another human being presenting their opinions to me. Instincts say fight violently with a club and take over their territory and pack members."
Ugh, this website is more complex than I thought.
Anyway, for those of you who know me...hello and welcome to another corner of my head. I honestly feel as though I am playing with fire here. I might just snap, right now. Be a dear and bare with me.
For those of you who are strangers, don't be creepin'.
I will find you first.
Always.
So I think I'm going to explain the title of this merry little blog account. "Drunken ferrets" is a symbolism. They are small creatures consistently at risk of being stepped on, and they can't help it. Ferrets are known to dwell in places deemed inappropriate, like pants. While playful, adorable, and somewhat cunning in their own little ferret way, they are quite stinky and that discourages others from being in the same room as them.
Now drunken ferrets are like normal ferrets but drunk. Derp. Ferrets invest their time in drinking to amplify their silliness, some in hope to get people to like them despite the fact that they are stinky, and some just to numb the pain of being stepped on. However, regardless if they are drunk or sober, pants-dwelling is awesome.
I myself find that I can, in various ways, relate to ferrets, both drunk and sober. Thus I see it fit to call this collection of shit "The Secret Lives of Drunken Ferrets".
By the way, I swear. Lots and lots. Read each published entry with caution and a warped sense of humor.
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