Being the co-writer of a blog, and therefore smarter and more awesome than a mere blog-reader, I have decided to impart some wisdom at you fine folks so you can get your hootenanny on in style. With me today is Co-Illuminator Nunchuck Kitty, my fine, furry, furious friend.
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Behold the List of Wisdom (and wet food)
Really, don't EVER try giving Nunchuck Kitty dry food. He will fuck you up.
Football < soccer.
Don't drink Kool-Aid at any questionable religious function.
Wet food is higher in fiber, nutrients, and flavor than dry food. So what if I lay turds at 5am that smell so bad that the kitty litter gags, runs away, unionizes, and then goes on strike.
A spork's functionality mimics it's name in an uncanny way. The word sounds just as inept and truncated as the object it describes.
Cats rule, dogs drool!
If someone else's farts smells ok to you, you have an unfortunate fetish.
They Egyptians were right all along in their treatment of cats. All humans who don't serve must die.
It takes two to make a poodle.
Wishes don't make titties.
That's all the wisdom I choose to impart today. More later, if I feel like it.
-Barney and Nunchuck Kitty
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