[Event Post]
Joseph is sitting on a bench in the park, with about eight cats sitting on him, the bench, or just in his general area.
"So, how about this one. Two cats walk into a bar. And they say 'ME-OW!'" The cats do nothing. One looks at him, and then bites his finger. Joseph glares at it. "Oh, I'm sorry. You tell one, then." He looks away. "Everyone's a critic..."
"So, how about this one. Two cats walk into a bar. And they say 'ME-OW!'" The cats do nothing. One looks at him, and then bites his finger. Joseph glares at it. "Oh, I'm sorry. You tell one, then." He looks away. "Everyone's a critic..."