My cat once came to me in a dream...and in my dream, he could speak perfect English...and he was ripping on me for never cleaning his litter box...he was like, "Hey man! My shit is over-flowing in here! You think you could put your pint down long enough to scoop my shit?" I woke up feeling extremely guilty...like a horribly, insensitive person. I sat up in my bed, with a heavy heart, ready to do whatever it takes to make things right. Then I realized, I don't even have a cat...never did! Fuck it.
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