Over the weekend I witnessed this hot interracial squirrel bottom knocking* take place outside my kitchen window while I ate my breakfast. Not only were these squirrels unashamed of their fuzzy coitus, they were flaunting it over my breakfast (not directly) no less! As startling as this interruption was I was overcome with a sense of humility, for these furry exhibitionists were not only challenging my traditional views on mixed race love amongst woodland creatures, they were bringing their statement right to my breakfast table (figuratively). I could no longer turn the other cheek while eating my yogurt and blueberries. I had to take a long hard look inward and face my rodential bigotry right then and there, before taking another bite! I realized my friends that I was on the wrong side of history and the fact that these two furry fornicators had found each other was all the justification they needed.
Then once I got down off the kitchen table and collected myself, affirmed in the fact that barriers had been broken, and old ideas revisited they blew my mind again, and switched places. No lie.
It's a new day people. Change has come indeed.
* scrumping, boot knockin', horizontal polka, the no-pants dance, the bone yard, poking, pound town, boinking, bumpin' uglies, a bit of the ole in n' out, hittin' skins, the hot beef injection, shagging, givin' the ole how's yer father, tappin' dat ass, taking the skin boat to tuna town,