Hispid
I tried (and succeeded obviously) to take pictures(with my disgusting webcam] of my cat, Penelope, earlier. Now, I'm covered with scratches. I'm so mad at her. So mad that I decided to embarass her in this area of public interest. SHITTY KITTY GOIN' DOWN!
Now, I tell you with teary eyes, and twitchy bottom (but why?), the story of a Penelope Carrots, Worlds Biggest Jerk.
Zounds! That sound, what could it be? The pitter-patter of little feet echos through my heart and brain. Oh GOD, the noise... It's Penelope Carrots!
Sweet titty, it's kitty! I was busy playing scrabble, but now that you are here, I wanted you to know...from the bottom of my heart...
TWAP!
Oh, really?
...
Listen here you filthy feline...Look in this mirror, what do you see? A "pwettty puddy tat"? What?! Don't ever talk to me that way again. It's time to meet your doom. Do you have any last words?
DING DONG! Hello! I'm waaaaiting.
Um, I'd just like to state for the record that I really am not a jerk, and if people would just take the time...nobody ever takes the time. So ready to judge are you human that you forget in the process how fragile we reall/INTERRUPTED/
PWN3D
After the pink cowboy hat incident Penelope was scorned and laughed at by her fellow feline friends. Doomed to live a life alone or risk the chance of another human repeating history, she wandered the streets alone, singing old show tunes.
She died of a broken heart, in an ally, rolling in another's used catnip after the towns well-known tomcat, Frank, said "Weren't you that jerk I saw on Emily's Journal?".
Now, I tell you with teary eyes, and twitchy bottom (but why?), the story of a Penelope Carrots, Worlds Biggest Jerk.
Zounds! That sound, what could it be? The pitter-patter of little feet echos through my heart and brain. Oh GOD, the noise... It's Penelope Carrots!
Sweet titty, it's kitty! I was busy playing scrabble, but now that you are here, I wanted you to know...from the bottom of my heart...
TWAP!
Oh, really?
...
Listen here you filthy feline...Look in this mirror, what do you see? A "pwettty puddy tat"? What?! Don't ever talk to me that way again. It's time to meet your doom. Do you have any last words?
DING DONG! Hello! I'm waaaaiting.
Um, I'd just like to state for the record that I really am not a jerk, and if people would just take the time...nobody ever takes the time. So ready to judge are you human that you forget in the process how fragile we reall/INTERRUPTED/
PWN3D
After the pink cowboy hat incident Penelope was scorned and laughed at by her fellow feline friends. Doomed to live a life alone or risk the chance of another human repeating history, she wandered the streets alone, singing old show tunes.
She died of a broken heart, in an ally, rolling in another's used catnip after the towns well-known tomcat, Frank, said "Weren't you that jerk I saw on Emily's Journal?".