Get out and vote fo’ I fuck you up!
At what point did we go from calling them "singers" to "recording artists"?
I’m getting fat. Should I do Atkins or just go TrimSpa?
I’d been feeding Chloe (our cat not some destitute French girl) moist cat food on top of the dry cat food she normally receives. It was, admittedly, a gastronomical bribe to win her affections on my part, and it worked. Perhaps too well. She meows rabidly when she’s hungry now and plants herself outside my door at watch for when I’m awake and able to feed her. But the 24-packet box I bought recently ran dry, and she’s had to go cold turkey for the past week or so.
So the other day, I went into the kitchen and she thought I was going to feed her. I filled up the bowl with her dry food and she came scampering down the hall trilling purrs and alive with excitement. She went to the bowl, examined the pile of dry brown bits therein, and looked up at me and said, "Nigga, please! You could ’spect me to eat this crap? Tha’s some boolshit! Where da chronic at, nigga? You can’t be messin’ wit people’s minds, givin’ ‘em the good shit, then takin’ it back when you feels like it! That ain’t right, man!"
