This afternoon after work I came home and immediatly begin to call for my cat. I didn't hear or see him anywhere... Until I went into my room, I called his name and in response heard a very faint meow, I worried that he had escaped outside but I then realized it was coming from in front of me. The top drawer of my dresser to be precise. Yes my idiot of a cat managed to get himself stuck inside a drawer for probably 5+ hours. *shakes head* what a moron wtf srsly. *The End*
p.s. omg Jo how am I suppose to play mario with a broken arm?
Edit: Best Regina interview evar!
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