I walk into the bathroom this morning and there's the cat sitting on the window ledge.
Nothing wrong with that, except I keep my toothbrush on the window ledge.
The fucking cat is sitting on my toothbrush.
It occurs to me that every time I drive out the lane I glance up and see the cat looking out the bathroom window.
Well fuck me!
She's been sitting on my fucking toothbrush for years!
I can't begin to explain my revulsion...
I could just as well skip the toothbrush and brush my teeth with the cat...
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