Fat Pheasant Stuffed KooWayelleup

Also today he became bitchy about me being sick again, very very bitchy, and was harrumphing about like a fat pheasant with a stuffed quail up his butt so far that it was displacing his spleen. He barreled past me into the bedroom with something and made sure to swipe me with the toe of his closest shoe, the side of his hairy knee, and whatever he was carrying. I pretended to try and trip him on his way out of the room in response and he stepped back and kicked me, then when he was walking away he sprayed my head with a bottle of cleaner. I don't know what kind. Then he told me i am nothing to him.