I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”
I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS
They look like they’re about to break out in a musical number
This post got better since I re-blogged it earlier.
- Me: Fuck you, oh. Fuck. You.
- Me: What the fuck are you doing? What. The fuck. Are you doing.
- Me: NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.
- Me: Good luck in the slow lane there, bud.
- Me: Why the FUCK are we not even going the speed limit? Why?
- Me: Lol, your car's a piece of shit.
- Me: If I miss that green light because of you...
- Me: You're gonna cut me off? You better hope you have a damn good accelerator, bitch.
- Me: I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?
- Me: Shit is that a cop? No.
- Me: Shit THAT is a cop.
- Me: Nope, roof rack.