An omen? A foreboding prophecy about to come true? ‘Cause I totally can’t stop shoving these tasty little snacks for lazy people in my face. I had an ingrown toenail surgically removed twice as a teenager, and I hate cats! The cat killed me, didn’t it? Little fucker’s paying me back for
ruthlessly torturing it with the vacuum my wacked sense of humor. Off to burn sage and sniff garlic…..
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