Fred-S-Kaed

This was back in 1785, I was hanging out with Dali in pre-existence, when this guy walks up to me and he says that he's very sorry, but my mother is dead. So I'm like "Ah, nice try, funny guy! My mother ain't born yet, so she can't be dead!" And he says "Ah, nice try, you! Death is a universal constant and it applies no matter what plane of existence you hang out at!" Then Dali is all "Uhm, excuse me, but I'm DALI and DALI SAYS who cares?" And the dude explains that because of this, I won't be born and so I cannot continue to pre-exist because I'm never going to exist to begin with. Or end with. Or segue with? Anyway. So I say to this: "Wel

A purr-fect Sunday ruined by a bad pun (and diner) M- Get off, cat. C- No. M- Get off, I say! C- Fuck you! M- I need to get up to make diner. C- And I need to nap on your lap. M- Come on, Cat. (pushes cat lightly) C- Fuck off, Man. I'm NAPPING. M- You're always napping. C- Proof of it's essential role! M- Diner is essential too. C- Yeah. For YOU. M- Diner includes you, dummy. C- NO. You are not gonna eat me! M- What-- C- NOT GONNA EAT ME. M- No, I mean-- C- NOT ALLOWED. M- Shut up, Cat. I mean I need to make food for you too. C- Oh. M- So get off. C- I don't need you to nourish me. M- Yes you do. C- No. I hunt for