I would like to start off this post with the important fact that even while I have had the opportunity and motive to kick a chihuahua, I have not done so. I do not intend to kick a chihuahua in the future.
Today I imagined kicking a chihuahua. I don't mean that I just had a thought of kicking a chihuahua, I really imagined it. I felt the curve of my foot, keeping the arch stiff, so that your laces drive through the chihuahua, rather than having the energy dissipated through a dampened foot.
I imagined making sure I kept my head down, and over the chihuahua, with a good extension and hip rotation balanced by my left arm's extension and rotation.
I imagined the crunching, flopping failure of the structural integrity of the chihuahua.
The chihuahua is a sort of fawn colour, nice and shiny.
Chihuahuas have no good quality.
They are evil doers.
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This made me laugh. I am a terrible person.
Blake
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