dr to the o.c.d. germaphobe: "you might as well face it, you're addicted to dove"

kerpow, behold, the most emo tattoo everrrrrrrrrrrr (and pee wee):

i was laying awake in bed from three to six this morning with a snoring squishy cat plopped over the vast majority of my pillow, his cat butt strategically placed so as to be countenance cradling and tail to visage thwacking. it's akin to staring into the bottom of a terrible abysmal brown circle of doom while simultaneously getting smacked in the puss (see what i did there?) with a broom. 


how many people does it take to destroy a community of 1000's?