I had a dream this morning, it messed with me. There were a bunch of kittens hiding out in a hole in my back yard, like a bucket, but in the ground. I stepped on one of the kitties heads, at the rim of the bucket and severed it. Then i was left with dead cat to clean up.
I'm not an animal hater, I had a kitty-cat for twenty years.
But recently, immigrants (spics) have adopted "outdoor cats" at such a rate that I can't even walk from my front door to my car without stepping in cat shit. That is too much compassion, too much forced compassion. Your (their) love for cats should not be my problem, yet it is.
I'm going to have my negro wench mail out nice hand stencillled greeting cards to apologise to everyone I've ever offended.
My physician just prescribed an ethanol elixir. I'm not much in a drinkin' mood. I was taking NyQuil all day yesterday because my allergies were acting up.
Will you pray for the grey kitten I stomped to death in my dream?
I was dreaming this morning that I dug a basement under my existing basement and my ex-wife was there taking pictures of our dogs. You'd better pray for me.
Not being snarky, but I had a basement dream too, a couple weeks ago. Faded from memory, but something about selling wooden timbers and my old Mustang car.