I have a cat and I am not a cat hoarder or newspaper hoarder. I do have a spouse. How either put up with me is a complete mystery. Perhaps I'm not a total ass. My cat is not a lap cat, and I'm not a lap person.
This page needs some sprucing up, as do I.
Cramps suck ass. Fuck you, "Aunt Flo"!
Not looking forward to thanksgiving out in the middle of nowhere (relative's house). I am hoping to just grab some dark meat, pumpkin pie, then to get the fuck out of there ASAP. I'm bringing my own booze in a flask as it's a dry house.
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