An also…yooz be needin a tik tak. kthxbai.

wants!
can be xmas presi?
oh gascat…….. yu wantz an xmas presi? well…….

momcat

stup beein phemeniss!

*cleers throte, deep breff*

Happee birfday to u
Skwashed tomatoes an stoo
Brad an buttah in da guttah
Happee birfday to u!

An manee moar!!

Prayers an wishes for a yeer ful ov gud tings. xx

btw, today is mai birday! w00t w00t!

‘relax iz jez joke lulz’ iz not nice eever. sez ‘whut u say n fink n feelz iz not importent lulz’. Dat iz patreearkee 2 kthxbai.

{{3rin}}

I luv teh look on teh kittehz face (eben do stoopy hoomin scarez poor kitteh). Iz jus ver ver funneez to me!

Der kud be manee kapshunz dat be funnee for dis, but dis 1 makez me laffz. histuriklee. srsly.

n now I gotz to fin paprtowlz fer monitr…

{{{ittehbittehkitteh}}}

Fur teh life ov meh, Aye can’t unnerstand y sumbuddeh wud scare
sumone tehy lub.

Hao duz that maek ennyfing bettr?

*luks down n shakes hed*

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kitty sez: I TOLD you not to go to joan river’s plastic surgeon – one more facelift and you’ll have a beard !!!

U stop dat!

iff we wuz as grate as chrishchins as we sez we wisht we wuz (dats tangled, butt i try to pullz it owt), we wud realize dat we wanna draw peepels closer 2 gourd an nawt drive dem orf. lurve – dats da most portint fing we can do. alienatin folk aint lurvin.

as 4 missions an obersees kinda stuff, i fink menny cherches r din a gud job. i wudden putz lotsa fayf in da telebision ad type missions. air time r nawt cheep an ur dollers mite go moar 4 da air time dan da starvin behbehs an orfinks.

jeezus wuz a hyooming like us. mebbe peepels can argu bout da diviniteh – but dey cant argus bout da humaniteh!!! (“No, no. He was a DUCK.” “Right….. Just follow the nice man and he’ll show you to your room.”) as a hyooming, he had 2 feel da same fings we feel. he had FRENZ. mm.hm. just like we gotz frenz. lazerus wuz a fren ob his. jeezus cried wen lazerus died an lazerus fambly blamed it on jeezus nawt bein dere 2 save him.

i sure jeezus feel da whole range of hyooming emoshun. i bet sum fings make him wanna FROW UP. sum fings make him mad. mebbe we STILL make him cri (which r a dam shayme). if sum wun wanna tell u jeezus nawt has a sens ob hyoomer, find da parabel ob da stommich in maffew. (i suck at citation, so i cant tells u wher zactleh) he gibes da farisees a lektur on doodoo. den da disiples say, ‘lord, dontchu know hao bad u ticked dem orf?’ (dats parafrase) he sez: ‘i just told dem da truf.’ wun ob mah favrits.

i fink jeezus wud give rollr kosters a shot. margaritas 2. he wud play battel todes or froggr. he mite gibe saggin his pantses a shot 2 see if da kidz iz on da rite track. he wud want gud-smellin bodeh wash an he wud try conditioner. he wud lissen to da radio. why nawt? deres no sin in dese fings. i know dis: he wud gibe lotsa fings a decint shot, he wud keep open mind, an he wudden go name-callin and fingrpointin.