[Day 103-104, ASS O'CLOCK]
[Someone's in the Cat dorm... sneaking, silently creeping....]
[Except not really, she just tripped on her own feet and crashed on the ground]
[AND SQUEAKED]
[Except not really, she just tripped on her own feet and crashed on the ground]
[AND SQUEAKED]
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You're not wrong at all. That's the crazy part.
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And because he wants you to hate on the peoplants... he keeps trying to push you into poison ivy people and stuff. Or thorn bushes! You know, those nasty kinds.
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Uh - that depends. What's poison ivy?
No, y'know what, I doubt it matters. It sounds fitting.
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[JUST LIKE HUMANITY???]
But I guess even that can't contain your gardening spirit, huh?
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[ #missing the point
Except that also eloquently sums the whole situation up, doesn't it ]
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I guess Pound would be a cactus, huh... All prickly on the outside and full of mushiness and water on the inside...
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[ Actually... ]
If you give the cactus a cigarette it'd be pretty accurate.
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You could just stick it on one of the needles!
Maybe a pair of shades or a low cut branch or something....
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Maybe we should decorate a cactus and give it to him one day, to make fun of him.
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I don't know about that. They'd probably end up bonding and then you'd have two prickly cacti on your hands.
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[And also pricks]