This is the third night in the row that I've had a dream about something bad happening with the snakes at work. Last night in my dream some idiot put like three of them in the same enclosure and lo and behold, they started eating each other. Big surprise.
Everyone knows king snakes are cannibalistic. And the prettiest one we own almost got eaten.
After that I went for a drive and we drove by Tessa Violet in a van full of dudes and they waved at us to stop so we all got out and she and shauna greeted me and britta like they knew us really well and they were like "wanna come hang out with us and Twenty One Pilots? We're just casually driving around with them on our way to a show" and so we got there and my friend Mel was the new lead singer of Twenty One Pilots.
I should've enjoyed the experience but the whole time the band was on stage all I could think about was how mad I was that some douche-nugget almost caused the snake that is my pride and joy to become some other idiot snake's dinner. Maybe I've been spending too much time in the snake room?
Just kidding, there's no such thing as too much time in the snake room.
