Look Taylor, there’s no need to go discussing my past transgressions over the internet and shit. You don’t see me telling people about the numerous methed up, toothless hookers you’ve been caught with in various alleys and abandoned buildings, but I guess I have just a little bit more class and tact than you.
That being said, you know I love you. A movie or two Sunday?
Let me tell you guys something - I live in what some would call the “lap of luxury”. I used to live under a car back when I was a scrappy kitten, till these hoes took me in. Dude, I eat like $70 dollars worth of cat food a month. SEVEN-ZERO dollars. Other cats get like two boxes of that busch league dry food a month. What’s that, like 20 bucks? Weak. Dry food makes my shit hard as a brick, real talk.