(March 3, 2017 at 11:12 pm)Mamacita Wrote: CIJS...
Faaaaaaaaaaaaahk! Gawd dammit! You leave for a day and a half, show up smelling like grass, walk in like whatever right passed me as I'm struggling to cook dinner while answering all this little boy's questions. Then you jump on the counter top and drop all the chopped veggies to the fucking floor! What a fucking waste! I'm so angry I can't even look at you, Figaro.
Cats, man. Can't live with em, can't live without em.
Oh, yes, I can live without them. I'm so allergic you wouldn't believe it. Sorry for your troubles, though.
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.