It went something like this:
*clicking through friends list; Tiffany insert last name here doesn't understand how Max isn't bald, given all the cat hair she just pulled out of her vacuum.*
*clicking through friends list; Tiffany insert last name here doesn't understand how Max isn't bald, given all the cat hair she just pulled out of her vacuum.*
The following took place inside my head:
Awwww, Tiff has a kitty named Max. I love kitties. Where's my kitty. Oh, here in my lap putting my legs to sleep. Awesome. Okay. Tiff... what to say to Tiff.
Tiff, you are hella observant and clearly clever. I'd like to see the non-quiet side of you which you profess to have. I'd also like to see you dance... because talent amuses and amazes me.
That's about it, I think. Hopefully that satiates your curiosity about what was internally said to you.
Awwww, Tiff has a kitty named Max. I love kitties. Where's my kitty. Oh, here in my lap putting my legs to sleep. Awesome. Okay. Tiff... what to say to Tiff.
Tiff, you are hella observant and clearly clever. I'd like to see the non-quiet side of you which you profess to have. I'd also like to see you dance... because talent amuses and amazes me.
That's about it, I think. Hopefully that satiates your curiosity about what was internally said to you.
Cannibalism is (mostly) wrong,
Peat
Peat
P.S. That's how you get featured in my blog :)
In this photo: Awesome wet people.
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I don't know how awesome we are, but we were definitely wet in that picture. Very, very wet. And not in the good way.
I do have a kitty named Max. He is cute. He has pictures on Facebook. Look at them and coo.
I'm told we're having a dance in Hamilton on July 21. It is not confirmed yet, but it is likely. Come then, watch.
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