Em and I have discovered the elixir of happiness
We will get married to two cats, mine will be Edward, hers, Rodney.
Together we shall have faux-tea-parties, during which the boys will indulge in catnip, while we consume copious amounts of opium.
Or don’t. HAW HAW HAW.
My sense of humour, she hath returned. With machete in hand, and bra on fire. Ra ra ra death to men! I mean boys! Same thing, as that creep Wordsworth said, “The child is father to the man” ie THEY ARE BORN MORONS, THEY GROW TO BE MORONS, THEY MAKE THE WORLD MORONIC, AND I AM SO MUCH MORE SUPERIORERER ER ER THAN THEM ALL. Huzzah. Sweet dreams. Bitchez.