Herself the Elf vs. Rainbow Brite
I used to hate feeding the cats when I was younger. I was the one they would wake up bright and early in the morning to feed them, and I was the one who got their goopy, stanky-ass Whiskas food on my hands that, no matter how much you washed it, never seemed to come off. But now having a cat again so many years later after having been deprived of pet company for so long, I don’t mind it one bit. Chloe is such an adorable little kitty. She loves to stretch out and let you pet her. Yesterday, I gave her some moist special treats, and it was like she’d done her first line of coke. She was racin’ all through the place. Now I find her waiting at my door in the mornings when I wake up. Cute. As a button.
That whole "Akeeklah and the Bee" movie with its "up with people" BS message for blacks is really "hackneyed" at its best. Who in the living fuck cares how well you can spell when we’ve got spellcheck nowadays. It’s all about how you use the words that matters.
Plates make no sense. It’s all about bowls.
I would give anything to have a go round in one of those ball cages.
I don’t know how people ever got along without Post-its.
