Skiles

I like when they have to chase someone for several blocks, and then once they're caught, they get all pissy when the cop mashes their face into the ground and sits on them. It's like, dude, if you had to go to all this trouble to catch someone, you would do some passive-aggressive mean shit, too. Stop whining.

Headache, shaky, nausea, things like that. I feel like I got really drunk last night. Being sick is stupid.

There's a pub near me called Crescent Moon. I hear it's very nice.

I have nothing but respect for broads, too. As long as they know their place and only speak when spoken to.

100 Grand.

That's very blunt, but I like it.

So I'm staying with a few friends of mine while I get my shit together, and they have this cat Piper. If you're friends with me on Facebook, you've seen her. She's adorable, and she's become my new best pal since I moved in with my friends. She actually technically belongs to another friend of ours, but he can't take care of her at the moment, so we have her for the foreseeable future. The reason my buddy had to give her up is actually a complicated series of things, but he hasn't given an indication that he's aiming to take her back. Not because he doesn't love her, but because he DOES love her, and he knows she's taken care of here. Anyway, my stay with these folks isn't permanent by any stretch. Ideally, I'd like to be out of here and in my own place relatively soon. Living with them is great, but I want my own place. The one big, big downside to leaving is Piper. I've grown really attached to her, and she's a lot more attached to me than she is my roommates, or even her original owner. The only time she really behaves herself is when I'm around. Otherwise, she can be kind of obnoxious. Not bad, per se, just very mischievous. And seeing as my roommates don't seem to have as much of an emotional connection to her as they do with their other two cats, and are essentially just long-term babysitters for her, and the original owner won't be able to take her back in all likelihood, I think it's a natural fit for Piper to come with me when I move out. It would be better for them, because she acts up when I'm not around. It would be better for Piper, because she's most comfortable around me. And I'm not gonna lie, I want this cat to be mine because I adore her. However, there are a lot of potential issues here. Not the least of which is, what if my friend's life suddenly gets better? Maybe not suddenly, but even over a period of time? What if he wants Piper back? Obviously I would give her back, but all told, that would mean she would be moved into a different home three different times. I know first-hand that moving ONCE is rough on a pet, let alone three times, to different people's homes. I don't want that for her. And that's assuming he'd even be okay with me taking her with me. What if he isn't? I would understand, it is his cat. But selfishly... I want her. I really do. And like I said, she's a lot closer to me than anyone else. I'd be happy, she'd be happy. So it's not like I'm bringing her into a place where she won't be loved, or something like that. But if I ask, and he says no, what if I resent him for it? I'm an alcoholic, and we alcoholics have this uncanny ability to hold grudges, even if the other person wasn't in the wrong, and we consciously know it. I do it all the time. It's how I'm wired. It's a character flaw that I'm actively working on, but I know myself. And I would hate to have a good friendship sour over some weird resentment I came up with in my mind that he doesn't know about, nor is it his fault. Anyway, this thread was mostly just me typing out my thoughts. I don't even know if I'm asking for advice, because I know this can all be solved with a simple conversation. We're all adults, we can talk shit out. But I'm the World Heavyweight Champion of overthinking simple shit, and that's all this was. /end rambling

But it's "these."

The reason is Rowlf is awesome. He's a fluffy, chill-ass piano playing dog. What's not to love?

Gesundheit.

Holy cow, that one is a deep cut.

Probably Ralph Wiggum. I relate most to him.

I love when you talk dirty to me.

Just my message board PTSD kicking in after what happened with the old boards. Don't ever do that again, UEE... Or I'll f*cking kill you. Not really, but I'll be bummed for like, the rest of the day or something.

Depression fucking sucks. Get help if you need it. I'll keep you in my thoughts.

Oscar the Grouch?

Dude, poor people don't have entertainment centers and 49 inch TVs. Just admit that you have a lot of money.

We get it. You're filthy rich.

You know where the door is. Use it now.

Mine is Gonzo. We're kindred spirits, I feel. Minus the whole "dating a chicken" thing. Discuss.

Don't let your dreams be dreams.

That's right. Just try and poke holes in THAT argument. 8)

I member when we first got sigs that scrolled down. Shit was dank.

"Yahtzee!"