September 20, 2012 by Renee
Anyway, the next day I was reading more bullshit on this sock puppetry stuff. I truly do wonder at the common sense of anyone who puts too much faith in subjective opinions, but anyway, it is what it is. Personally I think the “I’ll review yours if you review mine” shit that’s gone on forever is just as skeevy. But maybe that’s just me. Did you know there’s talk of burning Fifty Shades of Crap books in the UK? I mean, it’s bad yeah, but shit. Why you gotta go burning stuff? It’s not THAT bad. You should all just stop that nonsense now. You don’t like it, then don’t read it. Burning shit makes people curious. Now sales are going to be nuts. Honestly…put the matches down and get a life.
Speaking of yards, that reminds me of the little asshole present we got in ours last year. Buddy the Satanic Bastard cat still shits on my floor regularly. We’ve discovered he’s found a way into the crawlspace—aka: his own private litter box—again. It’s not the cleaning of the poop that’s so bad; it’s the fact that the crawlspace is all of three feet high. I’m six feet …do the math. And that cat has giant mutant shits. It’s not right. A little cat like that shouldn’t push out logs bigger than the dog.