Cat'll Eat Your Face Bonus Material
So after all that slamming of Guys/girls night out I did yesterday, I forgot a large part of my point, which tends to happen to me often because I drink. The number one reason why I'll never be part of the He Man Woman Haters' Guy's Only cum on a cracker club is that I'm an optimist. I have this notion, although it has never, ever, ever happened to me before that if the stars are aligned right and the alcohol hits at the precisely right time, that I'll be able to swing a three way. My chick is kind of a chick magnet and has a low tolerance for booze which is a hell of a good start. All I need to do is get her drunk enough to think it's a good idea and find a girl who doesn't find me physically revolting; which isn't that easy of a task. So although I have a better chance of talking to a burning bush, I keep hope alive like Jesse Jackson and there is no hetero hope of a three way when hanging out with your boys. What are you going to do: call your girl at home in her pajamas and no makeup telling her that you're bringing over this wildcard broad you just met? Fat chance of something like that working.
The other thing I neglected was in reference to the unloved portion of my blog. I wanted to voice my annoyance at people who consider a pet their best friend. That shit drives me up a wall--make a fucking friend that wasn't bred into retardation over generations to be dependent on you who will eat your face when you die....My best friend won't. And I really wanted to use the word "Cat'll"
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I love my dog. She sleeps under the covers and snores. She's my nigga. But I don't talk to her incessantly like a child. I was at the vet the other day and my skin was CRAWLING hearing all these people baby talking to their cats. It was really disturbing. They have this ongoing monologue. Its really embarrassing.
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