11 - the end of a hibernation (i hate cats.)
Holy crap, I think I slept through an era. What the hell, I don't even remember drinking anything or passing out--and oh my fucking jesus christ on a tricycle, I smell like I swam through an ocean of feces and garbage juice.
And nothing personal but the next cat who comes up to me and paws at me, I swear I will fucking kick that scrawny, furry ass with my right boot and punt it across the city. The rest of you with fleas can go bother Haine or the tranny, she's got enough cats to start a nation.
Catopia. Where the only rule is to have both girly and manly bits and vomit furballs all day.
Gross.
And nothing personal but the next cat who comes up to me and paws at me, I swear I will fucking kick that scrawny, furry ass with my right boot and punt it across the city. The rest of you with fleas can go bother Haine or the tranny, she's got enough cats to start a nation.
Catopia. Where the only rule is to have both girly and manly bits and vomit furballs all day.
Gross.