What if they think I'm saying BOO-URNS?
Cammy
But then the cats will pick up on that uncertainty and eat me as a post coital snack before they resume hate making.
My spotify Playlist is called Meow Mix.
Now I'm going to refer outdoor cats fucking as cats having a struggle session. I'm also going to refer to all instances of struggle sessions here as cats fucking.
Maybe with a little Cinemax thrown in.
It's a hallmark Christmas movie for cats.
Mister Claws is out for a night on the town. He didn't expect to meet that girl from the litter across the street.
You're right. It's just really annoying that they're flexing on us at this point. I think I'll read theory tonight.
That's true, but sometimes, I crave not having this specific billionaire in the news every day.
It's kinda nice though that he won't be believably mythologized like Edison, or even Steve Jobs at this rate.
I miss not knowing who the world's richest person is.
This timeline sucks, but it could get really funny.
Another reason to hate neoliberals