Good thing Mom knows how to sew. Chuck gave me a love bite yesterday. Ripped me in half. Frisky. Mom'll fix it all up. Be good as new soon. Need a smaller cat though. One with fewer teeth.
Got back from the restroom and found three people sitting in my chair. They were arguing about what to call me. I called myself a cab and left for Kazakhstan. Clever move on my part. See? I still have some smarts.
Had my armpits audited today. I suspect them of not being completely accurate in the accounting department. Several hairs have recently gone missing without a trace. Suspicious, to say the least, though I still smell good, which is why I've decided to keep my nose.
Harmony Weezels, my first grade teacher. She kept rats. For stew, I think. Rats anyway. Definitely rats. Always smacking her lips. Always.
I bet Mom she couldn't deck me with one punch and now she's pissed and I'm all bruised and stuff.
I craved something sweet so I kissed my reflection in the mirror. It gagged. Won't try that again either.
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Me? Been there, ignored that, and all the other stuff too.
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so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
