Erik’s roommate, Durand, got a cat.
Durand doted on Milagro, constantly asking his roommates to check on him while he was out - feed him, let him outside, pet him, “make sure he’s ok.”
The roommates eventually got annoyed by the coddling and requests for special cat treatment. Erik started sneaking into Durand’s room and scooping the cat dumps out of the litter box and throwing them away. This went on for a week or so.
Durand, worried that Milagro had stopped pooping, took him to the vet, who said that the cat seemed fine. Durand kept worrying.
The next day, Erik went into Durand’s room and took an enormous sh*t in Milagro’s litter box.
Durand came home and discovered the monster poop.
I'm going to start posting random photos from my collection of Japanese home decor magazines, since I love the combination of Japanese kanji/hirigana/katakana with impeccable styling/photography/layout.
This one is from a magazine called Kawaii [Something], Volume 2. I have no idea what the second word is.
At the top of the cover, there are some characters that read "putesuito na interia to [something] hon." Something interior and something book. aahhh I don't know.
On Sunday (Mom’s only day off), I tried to cajole Mom into organizing the guest bedroom closet, which houses half of her collection of cheap clothes. You can’t walk into it without getting irritated by the plastic bags housing giant, billowy comforters that take up most of the floor and tangle with your feet like leeches.
Mom grumbled about not wanting to clean, but followed me into the guest room anyway.
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