There’s a “one Toke over the line” joke in there somewhere, but I just can’t get at it.
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Toke is an awesome name for a cat.
I don't want your storm coming our way AGAIN! Especially not with teacup sized "hail"! What's with these apocalyptostorms?
They haven't said which way it's going, but the immediate area is peppered with tornado watches and warnings.
What's with these apocalyptostorms?
Warmup for the world ending in May?
in utterly first world/diamond shoes problems: my vibrator died last night.
Oh, I know this pain. I just hope that it didn't happen while in use.
Toke was apparently named for her habit of getting into her original owners' stash, eating it, and then being totally stoned.
Want to hear weird synchronicity? In college, my roommate and I had a wee cactus we named Toke, and a fern named Chloe. And then 15 years later, I fell in love with a man with a cat named Toke and a dog named Chloe. Weiiiiiiiiird stuff, man. I told my roommate, and she said that we conjured him up. Which is entirely possible.
Oh, that's funny. That's some damn fine conjuring.
Fuckfuckfuck. Big tornado touching down right by where I work and where two of my co-workers live.
Damn, Anne. I hope they're safe. And YOU stay safe!
My mother has decided that my sister and I aren't doing enough to find husbands, so she's creating profiles for us on dating sites.