Originally posted Friday, March 30, 2007

I’ve been seeing/smelling a lot of skunks around lately.  It made me think:  If I was a skunk, would I fuck another skunk?  I personally wouldn’t, but apparently there are plenty out there that lower their standards enough to (skunks, I mean.  Not people who think they’re skunks).  I believe that when the male finally breaks down and gives in to the female in heat, he feels so ashamed afterward that he throws himself in front of the first moving object he sees (normally a car).  So next time you notice a dead skunk and wonder about the smell, know this:  It’s the stink of shame.