Poop poetry

Every wolverine needs to care about spiritual and cultural growth of our glorious scavenging community. It is generally known that most, not all, great literal works was written during "The Great reliave". That of course means, taking a big steaming wolverine dump. Find a nice place, light a candle for nicer atmosphere perhaps and let stuff leave your body. Little thoughts, rhymes and of course the poop.

Carcasses and other street treats

Carcasses are gonna be your primary source of nutrition. Sometimes they are hard to find, so be sure to protect your carcass at any cost from foxes, racoons and bus drivers. Oooh be sure to stay aware for Berlin's hungry hungry bus drivers.

Other delicious street treats are half eaten tuna rolls, season spiced Barbie dolls and in case you'll wonder bit outside the centre for isolated island full of arrogant chickens, be sure to look for slowly roasted peacock balls.

Plants, ants and pants

Let face it. Most of the Berlin's flora is highly or partially poisonous. When need of eating something green has knocked on wolverines door, quench that hunger by biting off the head of the grün ampelmann. Ants will try to stop you, but just hush them away with boring talk about Tom Cruise latest exploits.

Oh and keep the pants on if possible while doing so.

Thou shall not keep...

...wallet you found on a train longer than few hundred Egyptian flop-years. Freshly hatched wolverine concept of money knows not, thus if he ever finds a wallet with handful of coins and bank notes, he is vowed to examine the money interaction in the nearest liquor establishment.

Wallet he found to its previous owner must be returned, or effort of trying must be shown at least....or sign of regret that he hasn't tried, but he feels bad about it at some minimal, insignificant way.

Pack a load !

Every true wolverine carries a bunch of things he can sell, trade, barter or lease. Old ash trays, cans of soy bread and vital organs of other wolverines, who should have been on guard at the moment and not catching the vain train to mount Whaevarest.

It seems to be quite pleasant noon...

...but everything just might be pooped real soon.

Using the words of mighty, yet still hilariously laughable Sweeden warlords, I welcome you to my humble little blog. If its not gonna be good, please file a complaint at the department of "Who gives a hoot".