*loud ass crash*
Me: WTF? *stands* *heads into the studio* *flicks on light*
Chess: *stands in that very sturdy spread-paw way that quadrupeds stand when on ice* *poofy tail*
Me: WTF?! Chess, are you okay?
Chess: *bottle brush tail*
Me: *pets the tail down to normal* What'd you do?
Chess: I jumped from the noisy box onto a table but it wasn't a table! IT COLLAPSED UNDER MY FEET! NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME!
Me: Huhwhat? *picks up Chess*
Chess: *bitches*
Me: Feel better?
Chess: PUT ME DOWN, DAMN IT!
Me: *puts down cat*
Chess: *walks away grumbling*
Me: Glad I could help! *looks around* Hey, she knocked that picture onto my altar. ...and my salt bowl. Fuck. There's fucking salt everywhere. Thank you, Chess!
Chess: You're welcome, daddy!
About Me
- Netzach
- I'm a twenty-seven year old guy who's been programming since I was eleven. Eventually, I'll be good at it. I write infrequently at best and this, like most New Year's resolutions will probably fall apart after a month or so. I game in all types and love it. I also knit. Eventually, I'll make my wife a sweater and she'll divorce me. I'm currently trying to get my bachelors so I can become an accountant. I hear they're employable.
No comments:
Post a Comment