Accidentally replied to myself. I’m not quite that narcissistic... yet.

I’m pretty sure my dog is a cat. Like a cat killed a dog, skinned it, and is now wearing its pelt trying to pass as a dog. He grooms himself like a cat, paws and massages me like a cat, tries to jump in the shower with me, wakes me up in the middle of the night about 1 inch from my face just staring, and, yes, sits on…

This is the routine in my house.

Clearly, there are NEVER legitimate reasons for a 12 year old boy to be in his parents’ car at 3:30 AM. Obviously they were returning from some meth-fueled orgy in the out skirts of Wrentham. (/s, obviously)

For my cats it’s balls of tin foil. Or any string...shoelaces, yarn, loose threads on clothing...

It’s a flat surface that is currently being unoccupied by a cat so he’s being helpful and remedying that. All he asks in return is skritches.

damn, sometimes I really DO think white people ruin everything!

Washougal down by Portland; when you smell the sweet sweet combination of a paper mill and methamphetamines in the air you know you’re close.

I want to slap everything about this in the face. Hard.

Washougal is right at the entry to the Gorge. You can probably smell the Camas paper mills from there.

Like when Thoreau went to chill for a bit on the backlot of Emerson’s property.

AND WHY ISNT THERE A WHITE HISTORY MONTH

Honestly, if Joe Namath had never sidled up to Suzy Kolber, Drew may have lived a Hunter Gorman life, instead.

I have to mention that Tom’s deodorant is the ABSOLUTE WORST. Shitty, shitty thing.

I have to mention that Tom’s deodorant is the ABSOLUTE WORST. Shitty, shitty thing.

Name already taken by a non-dairy, organic soy only, combination frozen yogurt stand & anarchist bookshop in Lawrence, KS.

Yeah, it’s pretty relevant that he didn’t just pick a random isolated spot in the woods away from civilization, he moved to land his parents own that he basically grew up on. Probably a little easier to build skate bowls all day if your parents provide the free land and presumably whatever other resources are needed.

Which makes it literally like building a fort in your backyard.

Let’s hope we never have to find out, because that would mean a second brotopia would exist.

I am totally ok with all of this as long as they setup a camera to catch the action when that fucking thing collapses and kills half of them.

Well I knew it was only a matter of time before we got the Little Rascals reboot we never wanted.