Y’all ever have a week that’s like, a yee without a haw. A ya without a hoo. A hoot without a holler. A proverbial snake in ones metaphorical weathered ranglin’ boot.
You know what them boys say. Don’t squat with yer spurs on, but I wore them darn spurs anyway didn’t I Larry
I opened the door and only Arthur came inside. It’s raining. I couldn’t find the other cat. She’s usually the first to come through the door, so I got slightly worried.
Until
That cat is the coziest it’s ever been and it’s not leaving except for food.
i see your death of the author and raise you: death of the fandom, for when other fans and the content they produce are so unbearably bad that you divorce yourself entirely from the fanbase except for one or two Trusted Mutuals™️