Don’t mind me. I’m just learning about your deepest fears so I can orchestrate the symphony of your untimely death.
Unless you buy me better cat food. Seriously. It wouldn’t kill you if you went here every once in a while.
“Hey you wanna know what’s also by the bay? That body I maimed” – The dog
The recipe requires just a dash of your blood—and by dash he means 3 pints.
“Yeah. We did it. And we sipped on that sweet ass tea when it was over too”
“Nothing to see here. Just a poodle selling flowers. What’s that? You want to go inside? Nah you don’t wanna do that. I got all these flowers out here! Look! I got…these pink ones…and uh I think these are lilac–what? You still want to go inside? OK just…um…I spilled a ALOT of red Kool Aid in there and it’s kind of messy…”
OMG. GUILTY AS FUCK.