|Cats, birthdays, and glögg
||[Dec. 19th, 2008|10:10 pm]
Pickles the Drummer
Sooooo I'm naht a cat or whatever anymore. That was fuckin weird. And before ya guys even START sayin shit that Dok is all an evil scientist and blah blah, this was totally a legit accident and ya should be pointin yer fingers at fuckin Schrödinger, naht him. Yea. Ya know what I mean.
But uh.. ears like that and tails are naht fun. The claws were kinda cool. I found out that water can be used as a weapon and that its really really easy to accidentally hogtie yerself with twine. Hopefully this never happens again. I'm all fer jest stayin human fer awhile.
AND DOROCHET. WHAT THE FUCK DOOD. STAHP WITH THE CHASIN. FUCKER.
Everything jest needs to like, chill fer awhile. No more surprises. Jest gahta get through Christmas.
Oh yea, and my fuckin wife tried to sneak his birthday by me. I caught that shit. Gaht him this koi pond thing he wanted. I dunno. Whatever makes him happy. I dunno what the koi are about.
But its wintertime, and that means eggnog with booze, and glögg all around. I can't argue with that.
BUT I CAN ARGUE WITH THIS: WHY THE FUCK DID THEY DISCONTINUE ZIMA?! DOOD. WHY.