Sniper Kitties! Ok so here they are again and the next two have been added to the series of kitties in the crevaces of my math notes... This is what I do in my spare time in that class when I've been listening to my Prof. giving examples for the 10th time.So the evil kitty is the one with the sniper, though I guess it could be any gun you want it to be since it is rarely seen to use a sniper rifle at close range... even I know that and my gun/weaponry IQ is damn near close to retarded... what is that like... I know average is 120 or something... it could even be 100.
I have been notified that my kitties seem to all be similar to me in some fashion. I guess it is true since the emo was is mainly like Dao of DPT, the intelligent one is again intelligent just not smart [also like me], the one getting shot ...I could be cruel and say it's mainly like my hopes and dreams 'cause they are always dying but that would just be lame, the angry one is my evil streak and trust me I have one, and of course I have two other kitties: one that sleeps [mainly my habit of becoming very bored very quickly] and one that just won't shut the Frak up... damn you RML! I hate you with a passion!
I've been notified that Frak is the replacement for Fuck in Battlestar Galactica or something like that...she has been replacing her F'bomb with Frak and it quickly drilled its path into my language memory bank.
Before I end this...don't yell at me for shooting the kitty, it always gets shot, or stabbed, or beaten, or hung...basically anything I can think of...good stress reliever for me to shoot down something. And I don't do this to animals in real life...I love kitties with a burning passion!
Next!-->Die. You. Fucking. Emo. Kids.
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