I hate cats that can't figure out that humans don't like it when they piss on their couch...comforter...bed...floor...clean laundry...bean bag chair...and the list goes on.
Ducati is killin' me here. I'm furious that every time I get in the door the house reeks of her stupid urine. Anyways, I can't make Benni clean it up because he isn't here =( Gonna kill his cat instead...
Anyways, it's a Friday evening and I'm not sure what I'm going to do. Bundick is outta town and there aren't any vehicles to really work on. Social bonfires have now become so commonplace that I'm not sure if I wanna have one tonight. I could always finish off my Tom Clancy, but I have the whole weekend for that and I like to read late at night anyways. Speaking of reading, I think all I want for Christmas are giftcards to Half-Price Books. I don't care about hardcover or limited editions; I just want the story. So maybe filling up my shelves with Bob Salvatore novels will do some good. Ooo! Maybe there's a good movie out tonight or something.
Anyways, I just read an article on birds pooping on cars. I have gleaned some information from it! Apparently birds do not target cars, but they are attracted to shiny objects. So unless you're just retarded, don't park your bright yellow sports car under a tree full of blackbirds.
Well now I'm tired and it's only 6:40pm and I'm sure something exciting is happening somewhere.
Avoiding urine and dodging crap,
Filthy Phil
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