'Today I fear I have stared into the abyss. My owner brought back an odd fellow. Dressed solely in tweed and a "kiss the chef" apron he proceeded to gaze lovingly, adoringly while she proceeded to scoff what she called a "mcplant" while clearly being a double cheeseburger. Three more "mcplants" followed, though i knew they could not be so due to them costing damn near £5 a burger.
They then proceeded to do the unthinkable, the improbable, the hideously unlikely. For six whole hours, I surmised by the end her sexual organs must have resembled a smashed crab. She then snorted a line of cocaine off of his man parts before falling asleep. And by six hours I meant six minutes, that included the time to find a local dealer on speed dial'
Cooper. A cat. Aged 3 and a half