We don’t have long warm fur growing from every hair follicle on our bodies.

I wonder if the above reverse scenario means that cat has to go shopping to buy clothes for human, or if human can still do that themselves?

I have a tankless water heater and a designated propane tank for it.

Mercedes with an aftermarket stereo that I regret installing.

Manipulation is coercing someone to do something they wouldn’t normally do, but it’s for YOUR selfish benefit, not theirs.

Educating someone to do something that they wouldn’t have otherwise done, is for THEIR OWN benefit & health & future prosperity.

roughly and vigorously rub drying my hair

my male-radar is going off strong here.

As a woman, I wrap my long wet hair in a towel and let it dry like that. Or in the summer I just go outside & play & my hair is soon dry.

Only the ones with huge penises.

Unfortunately since people tend to have such short memories regarding genocides & atrocities, we seem to need a new world war every few decades to re-terrify everyone back to their sensibilities.

Thank goodness. Please don’t let the world flip inside-out.

My car stereo annoyingly turns the volume way down whenever I put the vehicle in reverse. It feels so condescending & unnecessary. I’M supposed to be in charge of all the buttons & switches.

brakes probably

That looks so comfy when it’s cold outside. If I was that Chihuahua I’d never want to be naked ever again.

LOL I have irrational paralyzing thoughts like this all day long

Reddit conveniently didn’t mention that 50% of its traffic is from bots, and most humans get permabanned by power-tripping mods.

WE DON’T MISS YOU, REDDIT.

That’s a crew neck T-shirt

BamBamBamBam

Mystery solved. The rhinoplasty was the reason MJ couldn’t stop grabbing his own crotch onstage.

Cats don’t go grey*. They just get old & die.

*Some cats are grey. But not because they’re old.

After years of sexual frustration & disappointments, the pattern became a permanent set of learned helplessness, I went insane and learned life isn’t fair, and slowly spiralled into insular isolated rotting away.

Even now, three men keep texting me for booty calls but they’re too late. Loneliness is so deep now, nobody can pull me out. And booty calls are an insult to my dignity & long-term needs for meaningful human companionship.

That’s how I feel about Michael Jackson. Except he wasn’t a band. He was just 1 person who whispered like a shy little girl & flailed around onstage like a noodle and he kept grabbing his crotch and nobody asked him to grab his crotch. I’ve never understood people’s fanaticism.

It was written & read back in the days when people’s favorite pastime was literature. Ain’t nobody got time for that now.