Apocalypse

Meteorological Revelation Monday























*storm aftermath at jenji's house

Incidentally, I will be taking donations so that I may somehow re-install and/or rebuild Harold's lower colon and sphincter muscle, as he most certainly blew out his entire--are you fucking kidding me with this shit? ten inch ass gasket--whilst weathering this most recent batch of violent thunderstorms from beneath the safety of the television set; which frankly, isn't so much a safety zone, as it is a lightening rod.

At this point, an expensive, expansive bionic regeneration is his only option and if you're curious as to whether or not the damage applies to the feline's involuntary inner or voluntary outer sphincter, let me say this:

Does it really matter? The gaskets are blown either way.

Your generosity is greatly appreciated.

jenji

*UPDATE:
Harold has asked that I specify that he didn't literally blow out his ten inch ass gasket; it was only metaphorically blown. Therefore, there need not be so many worries about cleaning up cat shadoodle, as there was no cat shadoodle to clean up per se.