All right...just because there's a pile of rich ripe dirty laundry on the bed doesn't mean I have to lay on it...or rub it all over my face...or bury my nose in it and huff the stank...
I can easily
share the bed with a bundle of used Beefy-Ts and boxer shorts reeking of pheromones and not succumb to my baser instincts. I mean, come on, I'm not some animal
, I can control
...first thing tomorrow.
, on a recliner not far away...
Cat Orgies! Rated...G.
I'm glad to see that you do everything in your power, Scott, to provide interesting and character-building entertainment for your betters.
(Goddess knos they've got well-built characters.)
And here's hoping that you can assume the 'Moondoggie position' easily and without pain.
It's been a long time since I've laughed at a cat picture -- this is the internet, after all -- but my god I laughed so hard after the last pic of Moondoggie that I had to pee.
That makes me very happy, Stacia, because unlike some other barstool philosophers who claim the crown for imitation, I believe that urine is the sincerest form of flattery.
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