Zoophilia
My brother was killed by a giant
clam, in Weston-Super-Mare.
My uncle started something with
three gorillas that didn’t end well.
My cousin at Bristol Zoo? Well
the less said about what happened to him the better.
Perhaps then I wasn’t the best person
to volunteer to look after the giant squid. But he looked so lonesome and
adorable. I fell in love right then and
there.
I’m a sucker for tentacles.
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