The End Of Words
Look. I know the hope of me ever writing anything substantive here is pretty fucking shred-sized as it is, but now that I have a new MacBook with built-in camera. It's just going to be, like cat pictures and shit from now on.
So forget about it. No. Seriously. Forget about it. Or I'll cut you.
Or my berserk mongoloid brother will.
Down, Duncan! Cookie. Good, Duncan.
6 Comments:
The best part is how clearly bored the cat remains.
10:37 PM
Isn't it awesome to be with someone, forever, with whom you have so much fun?
5:08 AM
And I mean Pamie, too.
5:08 AM
I love the cat's face - which to me says - "My damn human thinks this is funny and is so amused. Clearly I am not!"
8:45 AM
The one with the knife? Uh..... how does your face make that face without you photoshopping your face? Skeery.
12:59 PM
All I want is to water my lawn.
Tell your cat to stop staring at me.
3:33 PM
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