Tonight my friend Tom is coming round for dinner...
Tom Collins >:3
I'm trashed. Completely .. I'm getting my mom drunk now. Winning!!!!
Also.. we'z goin home with a cat? Wtf?
Angry Orrrchard
Angry Birds!!
I just had some Stone RuinTen IPA. Hard to find, hard to drink. It's a sipper. Had to tackle in it two attempts since it only comes in 22oz. Still got tipsy both times.
Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty
Little ball of fur...
Sleepy kitty, happy kitty
purr purr purr.
Why the hell are we taking a cat home? This isn't normal.
EDIT:
IT SHALL BE NAMED...
CAIT SITH.
Yeahhhh boy!
(how the hell do you pronounce that anyway? Like it's spelled?)
what's happening, I don't understand
I HAVE A CAT DAMNIT.
That's what's happening. And now we have to go get a mothereffing pet carrier and shhhhhh to take it home in in the morning.
It is now impossible for me to be ashamed of my drinking habit; I have never been so drunk I brought home a slag , leave alone a pet.
Lmao I questioned his sobriety and sanity all night.
And then he Cee Lo Greened that beesh and she rode either in his lap or on the console the entire way home. Totes ridic. There's cat hair everywhere.
I still question whether this was a good idea or not. Idk if she even knows what a litter box is.