(even if I wanted to, I can't drink it because crohn's suuuucks, can't have soda either...) *snores in unconscious nap*
(Just Googled Crohn's. Damn. That does suck.) Alice, get yourself a cup of coffee. Get one for the cat, too.
Nooooooononononononono. No. Vets are bad news. All they do is stab the kitty and poke around the kitty, and hurt the kitty.
*holds tail nervously and pets it slowly* No vet for the kitty... Maybe I need a psychologist though...
Hhhhnnnng. This post makes the page number 666. Hail satan. Hail satan. Hail satan. Hail satan. Hail satan. Hail satan. Hail satan. Hail satan. Hail satan. Yes. So much yes.
Hey, Satan! What's up, bro? Alice is with me. I'm gonna need her back. Thanks. By the way, are we still having the poker game at Cthulu's place? Cool, see you there!