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Or how about that day in April when I forget to wash the Cheetos bag? I fell into a fetal position, and I knew you were my soul mate.

Dog: Thanksgiving took a while to understand, but I’ve got it now. It starts when you’re locked outside because no one can deal with you today.

It’s true that after I woke up from my forty-five-year coma last week, I was tempted to change gears. But I couldn’t temper my passion.

I plan to hit the ground running, and then run some more, and then more, then hit a wall, and then puke on your open laptop.

My cat was born in hell. She exists solely to antagonize me and if anything ever happened to her I would kill everyone and then kill myself.

3. Make sure to shout, "BIG CATS!" in a fake Southern accent every 47 minutes no matter where you are.

I read an article called “Ten Reasons Why Crying is Good for You” and shed a few tears. For health reasons. I wonder what, exactly, flavonoids are.

Does he sleep between 16-20 hours a day? Does he curl up in a cute little ball in a perfect patch of sunlight to catch some ZZZs?

Of course it was beyond disturbing to me, especially at work, as there were litter boxes in all the conference rooms. And nobody seemed to mind.

No matter how sincerely you attempt to connect with them, they seem to live by the philosophy "treat ‘em mean, keep ‘em keen."

Redoing my will tomorrow. I may need your social security number. Don’t text it! / I just watched Get Out. Excellent.

We’ve determined that the situation you’ve described does not qualify as Friendship and maybe you should just get a dog. Or a better vibrator.