I once had a dog. He was cute and fluffy and playful, as things under my influence usually are, but one day when I came home he wasn't there anymore. My folks told me he ran away. I, being a young (albeit strappin') lad at the time, was heartbroken.
Then there was that time I had a kitten. It was cute and fluffy and playful, as things under my influence usually are, but one day when I came home it wasn't there anymore. My folks told me it ran away. I, being a young (albeit strappin') lad at the time, was heartbroken.
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You know, now that I think about it, I begin to see a pattern.
And, you know, there was that time I had a goldfish...
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This might sound like a cock-and-bull story to you, but I shit you not. I really did have a dog and a kitten and they both *did* disappear under mysterious circumstances. 'fcourse, although I was a young boy at the time (well, younger than I am now, in any case), the ominous concoctions my parents and grandparents tried to sell me were dubious to say the least (even to a infant such as I was). The fact remains that my grandparents were known dog-haters and that my mother is a cat-despiser. Thank Cthulhu I didn't pick that up from them.
*sigh*
Damn, I loved that dog.
Forget his name, though.
*shrugs*
NTSMS has gone Frankfurt! 