Counterpoint: Year of the Tigercat
January 05, 2010
I mean, Point One: TigerDOG doesn't make a lick of sense ANYWAYS, and Point Two:
ROWRR, I am lushus.
Yeah, I know. I don't many appearances on this blog thing these days. I certainly don't write whole entries anymore. You know why?
Because I am a fucking CAT, you stupid sons of bitches.
I mean, look! No thumbs.
Besides, I lead a very rich and fulfilling life offline.
I enjoy looking pissed off, even when I'm not. So having a Twitter account would just be redundant.
I enjoy this, which negates any need for adoring blog comments.
And this, which is just like, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrwlolomg.
I LIKE THIS. THUMBS UP. STICK THAT IN YOUR FACEBOOK.
And of course, Puppy.
Sigh. Isn't he adorable?
Hard to believe we're both 11 years old now. Seems like yesterday we were both the same size. And Puppy had a scalp and did not poop stuffing at such an alarming rate.
(First person who makes an Edward jokes has to come over and make the beds. While I fight you.)
(With furious chin rubs.)