So I went on vacation for a couple weeks (missed you guys! just kidding, I didn’t) and in my absence the interns were charged with sorting my mail into piles of junk mail and real mail.
In the “of interest” pile:
Fucking interns.
Which is not to say I’m NOT going to blink-rape my cat when I get home tonight.
WELCOME BACK, ALISON!!! LETS KICK THIS MOTHER INTO HIGH GEAR AND REV SOME LULZ!!!
Welcome home Alison. Now that you’re back in the Pac NW, it’s started raining again! It was nice outside literally the entire time you were gone.
WELCOME BACK! THAT CAT BLINKING THING IS TOTALLY LEGIT, THOUGH. ASK MY CAT.
This post needs a trigger warning for my cat.
Alison was gone?
Isn’t Cat Daddy the name of one of Voodoo Doughnut’s co-owners? Suspicious.
Cats can totally tell when you’re faking it.
That girl in Dr Jones’ anthro class knew alllllllll about this move.
welcome back, Alison! You should definitely give out a Gold Star this week because it might be my only chance ever!
Cat Daddy is also the name of the ska band I’ve been developing since the late 90s. THANKS A LOT INTERNS.
Really, though, if Ginny doesn’t get COTW for that Axe Cop thread, I will has a sad.
As with using bad Italian in Naples, if you get that phrase wrong you may well lose an eye.