What are you doing this fine Friday evening?
Me? Well, thanks for asking. I just made a big pot of Shells and Cheese and ate it whilst in bed, with my cats at my feet. And then I ate dessert: fun size Milky Way bars. Is it so wrong to eat the entire bag when they're fun sized?
How much respect did you just lose for me?
Honestly, did you really have any to begin with?
As you all know I recently got drunk, passed out, hit my head, got a concussion, went to the emergency room, passed out six more times, puked on my favorite sweatshirt, got stitches and faced all my co-workers with said stitches. In conclusion of those events I am trying to play it along the straight and arrow, or narrow, or however the saying goes.
Basically, I'm a bore and I'm bored
So, let's mix it up on Pistola Whipped gets a life. My self-involvement is really starting to tire me out.
Shall we do a bit? For old time's sake?
Pistola Whipped would like to spend a day in the lives of these people/cats/porcupines...
Yeah, they're my cats so it's an easy bit, but it's kinda true. How many times do I look at them curled up on a sunny spot, snoozing while I'm rushing out the door to get to work and want to be them?
They spend their days eating, running around, sleeping and spooning. They crap in a box that is emptied for them and they puke where they want and it's cleaned up after them.
That is why I would like to spend a day in the lives of these cats...
Meow-Meow,
Pussyola Whipped
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