Hallowinky
We buy Kit Kats. They are kit kats. We carve pumpkins with butter knives. They carve everything, with their own hands. We wear masks. They would never do such a thing. Cats are better at Halloween than we are.
We buy Kit Kats. They are kit kats. We carve pumpkins with butter knives. They carve everything, with their own hands. We wear masks. They would never do such a thing. Cats are better at Halloween than we are.
This is not a test. This is not a drill. This is certainly not a dress rehearsal. This is Halloween, on a Friday.
When someone tells you they don’t like cats, you have two options. You can call the police. Or you can ask them, “why?” (While dialing the police.)
The pumpkins are fat. The skeletons are thin. The cats’ patience is wearing thinner. The cats are wearing clothes.
I saw Batman on the bypass this morning. I saw Oram in Suite FeLV. I don’t need to explain which was more exciting.