The dreaded fork in the road.
The weary traveler approached a fork in the road. For the last hour, he had been contemplating this tremendous decision. It had taken a toll on his health. He hated making choices. To complicate matters, one path led to certain painful death, while the other to safe passage.
“Memory loss who?” “Memory loss.” “Memory loss who?” “Memory loss.” “Memory loss who?” “Memory loss.” from Edward Albee’s Knock Knock Jokes With The Alzheimer’s
He was doing what he loved most: counting and cleaning. It gave him a real sense of purpose. This was a good day for Thurston. He dreamed of being an accountant, he settled for guessing one’s age and weight at carnivals. He was good at it.
“Meowma. You’re next.”
“A cat has nine lives. For three he plays, for three he strays, and for the last three he stays.” Ancient proverb
That’s right. I’m a cat. Got a problem with that? Tough Purina Party Mix Crunch Friskies®. To set things straight, cats do have nine lives. I am currently on my ninth, and there’s nothing you can do about it. In my next reincarnation, I will be a human. I will finally be able to use your damn Bic® lighters.
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2010 was a weird year for me. I had just adopted a kitten and he looked a lot like a certain führer. I was warned over and over again by all my friends, but in a classic typical me move, my cartoonish pride made me deaf to all those fucking idiots, and I went ahead and named my cat Adolf Hitler, Hitler for short. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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