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| Sometimes after work, I like to take a nice soothing bath, have a cold glass of wine and listen to the soothing sounds of dying animals. | |
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| Yeah, I take my shoes off and... Wait, dying animals? | |
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| And bath salts. I couldn't live without my bath salts. | |
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| Is it a recording of the sound of dying animals, or are animals actually dying right there in your apartment? | |
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| Come on man, a recording can't capture the raw beauty of the final gurgling breath of a living creature. | |
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| Damn, I was gonna ask to borrow the tape. | |
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