1679 Posted by Anonymous in Miscellaneous.


I was so drunk, I woke up to my parents shaking me on the couch. I had no idea what was going on. “Why am I here?” I thought.
My parents were laughing. My dad said, “where’d you get your cat?” and he pointed towards the end of the couch where my feet were resting. There, also too, rested a young cat. Cuddled up and sleeping on my legs. I’m allergic to cats. To this day, and I imagine until the day I die, how that cat was acquired is a mystery.

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