| Like the Doublemint twins but hotter and deadlier |
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That creature to the left may seem docile and friendly but that is in fact one
of the most deadly beings on the planet. Long ago he stopped being a pet and ascended to the title of minion.
He likes the same beer as me, can kill squirrels without the benefit of claws and even strategically
bit someone for me at a very appropriate time. Other fun notes include: he could jump onto my shoulder if
he so chose and he likes to clean my hair.
With eyes of blue and fur of snow he is less a cat and more an extension of my ninja self.
Yep. That's a candy dish. It's also a skull. A real human skull. Legend
(and by legend I mean "fact") has it that this came from a certain suite mate that worked at a certain special materials department
at a certain library at a certain college that I certainly attended and occasionally ate Certs (with AND without retsin).
Why do I not feel bad about using someone's skull as a candy dish? Because I would feel honored if someone uses my skull
for something cool/useful when I die (at age 25). I'm hoping someone makes my bones into guitar parts. Wish me
luck.
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