My coworkers are currently watching the episode of Simon & Simon I guested on back in '87.

In the breakroom at work.

While I'm not there.

And telling me aaaaaaaaaaall about it on Facebook.

Fuck my LIFE.

Shit's gotta change, this decade. Cripes.

BAH

( Massive amounts of girly TMI under the cut men run away. )

Ticky invited some little friends over.

Those friends are fleas.

Mothereff. He's an indoor cat, how the smeg did he pick up fleas?!

Yes, I'm familiar with which collars/drops not to get, he's going to the vet on Tuesday, I'm scrubbing the apartment down with powder and fml fleas.