Dammit, Gar! Fuck cancer, and fuck this month.
'Sleeper'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, Gar. All kinds of strength while you kick it in the ass.
Oh man, Gar. I am so sorry babe. Kick it square in the junk and then spit on its neck.
Oh crap. I'm sorry, Gar.
Oh man, Gar, that sucks. My advice is to cockpunch cancer in its stupid assface.
I'm so sorry, Gar.
Typo, I am so sorry.
My advice is to cockpunch cancer in its stupid assface.
This is good advice. Be well, Gar.
Oh, Gar, I'm so sorry.
lisah's advice is good, Gar. Wishing you awesome punching skills.
Mister Kitty survived his first full day of the new insulin. I think he's still tired from the whole ordeal. He did spend all afternoon downstairs with me, though.