Farewell to Whiskers. Last night Louie, my neighbor, came running to the front door at 10pm to tell Kristy and I that Whiskers, Louie's cat, was no more. Apparently Whiskers had gotten into the dryer and said dryer was turned on for approximately 30 minutes before it was stopped due to a "strange noise". I'll spare everyone the details that we weren't, but surprisingly the cat didn't make it. I just wanted to say thanks to Louie for making ice cream, which I was eating at the time, taste bad for the first time in my 28 years on the planet.
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I was unsure as to whether this was funny or very tragic. But I laughed anyway.
I love Louie...I request more Louie centered posts.
I agree with Jason. Also, aren't you supposed to NOT be eating ice cream as it gives you problems down there in your gall bladder?
Yeesh. I'm sorry for your ice-cream appetite loss.
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