Cat in bow tie on fridge? Cat in bow tie on fridge.
HEY DICKHEAD, WHEN YOU PASS OUT ON A KIDS PINK PASTEL DRAWING THAT SHIT STICKS TO YOUR FUR WHICH THEN GETS ALL OVER MY BED. IT’S BAD ENOUGH THAT YOUR SLEEPING HABITS MAKES A REGULAR JUNKIE LOOK AS ACTIVE AS MARTHA FUCKING STEWART, BUT TO LEAVE A TRAIL OF PINK FILTH? AND WHY DO YOU HAVE TO WHORISHLY SPLAY YOURSELF ON EVERY NEW FLAT SURFACE IN THE HOME? THAT IS THE LAMEST FETISH I HAVE EVER SEEN. WEIRDO.
Hey buddy.
I SEE SOMEONE HAS REMOVED THEIR COLLAR AGAIN. WHAT’S NEXT, FREEBIRD? GONNA WRITE A NOVEL? EXPLORE YOUR SEXUALITY? LET ME TELL YOU WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN, KEROUAC. WE’RE GOING TO PUT THE FUCKING COLLAR BACK ON, AND THEN YOU CAN FINISH UP YOUR PHD IN GENERAL LAZY USELESSNESS AND EATING.
CV’s rage at his cat is one of my favorite things.
WELL LOOK AT FANCY MISTER-I-HAVE-A-FUCKING-ANNOUNCEMENT-TO-MAKE. YOU KNOW WHAT? I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TOO: LAZY FUCKING CAT FOR SALE. TALK ABOUT THAT AT THE NEXT TED CONFERENCE, GENIUS.
Imagining that this is the animal equivalent of The Chink from “Even Cowgirls…” LP?
NO
(via lethifolds)
So, when the cat was sleeping, I was all “hey, fatty.” And then when the cat woke up, I was all ::tiptoes past very quietly and tries to avoid eye contact:: Alex & cats, ladies & gentlemen!
Kitty in Bleeker Street Records (Taken with instagram)
That is some *great* side-eye in the top picture.
(Source: lukevernonuk, via lethifolds)
“Dog Days”
David: I get the sense that a great many dogs—the ones that do not clearly have wolves or foxes among their grandparents—were built for fickle, moody, quite probably syphilitic monarchs. Some powdered-up Bourbon king was like “I need something that’s like 220 pounds and looks as glum as I feel right now.”
Pete: “Crossbreed me the biggest ribcage you’ve got with the biggest lip flaps.”
David: /claps hands twice
David: So how big are they? Because they look like 1,000 pounds of sorrow.
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