My “wild” house jaguar.

How I watched tonight's movie of choice.

I HAVE A BLACK KITTY WITH A CUTE CHIN TOO!!

This guy. Napping. While sitting upright with his tongue out.

Ima go ahead and say she’s not 29.

In tribute to Ms. Linton, I am also announcing my new memoir, recounting the time I sailed up the Congo River to search for a mysterious ivory trader named Kurtz.

Sooooo, her bio says she’s currently 29, which makes her 12 years of age in 1999, the year she says she lived alone in “the jungle with big spiders and poor little children with AIDS and, and, and . . . insert cliche here.”

He’s not trying to block her. Ball kids have to be on standby near the players during changeovers, and they are expected to run fall-out to every position. He's just doing his job.

Fuck that shit. How childish and un sportswoman like. Get ahold of yourself, you are not a child.

Ball kid.