This, from my bud Ox, about whether or not he'll be chatting online* tonight with my Disney group, even though he just bombed his house for fleas:
"I'll try but I came into the house to find a lingering fog of Bengal flea bomb hanging throughout the house. I have two unicorns having sex in the den and some gray foxes drinking the beer I just bought. My stomach is also a little upset and my head is light and also heavy."
OMG, OX, and this whole time I thought martinis would take me to the light. I've been wrong the whole time. I understand now, O Great One of the Mist. I shall go forth and partake of the Bengal...
* "Napoleon, don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with babes all day. Besides, we both know that I'm training to be a cage fighter."
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That unicorn is a prancy fancy pants.
Fitting, you think?
Whatever. Sometimes* I wonder about y'all.
*all the time
But, but, you look GOOD in white. Don't fight the white.
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