“Not going to happen Mom,” said scratchy just 30 seconds before the fucking thing exploded all over the floor. The next one exploded at the park so I only had to get the glue and food coloring out of Itchy’s clothes and GOOD NEWS at least it was partly made of out laundry detergent.
I have been in the foulest, most craptastic mood ever. I’m not exactly sure why (well, I might have a few ideas) but suffice to say that I am unfit to be around other people. Heck, I’m even a little scared of myself. I think it might be because I haven’t been working out at […]