Come learn how to care for the feral and stray cats in your community and make use of the many resources now available to assist you
The line between commiseration and pity can be porous, or run the gradient of a fine tooth comb. I feel an ironic level of antagonism that I actually feel sorry for Leonard Nimoy. I have been blessed by fawning old niggers, comforting me with their liberation theology Jesus, since I was sweet sixteen trying to get laid in NYC (blacks need to learn to stop pulling this shit; it's getting old boys) and I feel sorry for the man who was Spock. A talented actor typecast into a wax figure, and I feel sorry, as if I should go run and buy his book that every entertainer writes when they become identified with their roles.
To satisfy my travel mug fetish I was going to buy this one. I've left it bookmarked, as it is chic, but I spotted this one on site, four dollars less, and if I start dosing a pot a day we're in trouble, like mice under the oven.
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