Granted I don't remember much of anything of my youth, but hey.

but the dogs, surely.

Only sort of. I do come home sometimes and find myself surprised that nobody is running up to greet me.

that never goes away. i drop food and expect bam bam to come get it. the pain stays good and fresh. not like the humans.

I had those dogs from the ages of three to seventeen. Part of me doesn't know if I could actually do it again.

it's more responsibility than i can deal with. cats are easier by a little bit. being alone would be easiest.

I think I would miss zeke, he's a lazy goof but he is loveable

I shall call him Elton.

Don't you call me John

No, I think I'll call you Mrs. Carrot.

Then don't let me near any tiggers

Ah, if only when I read that my avatar had been showing the snarling leopard one.

That would have been the icing on the cake, which would have left me wondering what the cake was for

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Prison break, natch.

Then why put the file on Castro in it

Motor oil is the key ingredient.

But my sponge cake requires the souls of the damned annoying

Ergo, bake yourself.

But then it will become too bitter

bitter souls ar ethe only kind we have here.

I thought that was tired old souls

whateve kinda broken damaged souls we can get i guess

I wouldn't call myself a bitter soul, guess rey rey hasn't affected me yet

well see what we can do

Might be a challenge, but challenge is your middle name