"Serve the Cheezburger. Protect the cat. Uphold the law of the litterbox."
I had a dream last week where Robocop worked for the Grammar Police. (It was a kind of stressful week, but I learned a lot.)
This was going to look much more badass with him grabbing a lolcat by the scruff, and shaking him like a polaroid picture (my baby don't mess around) but then last night I actually did have a cheeseburger for dinner and conceptually we ended up way more mellow.
Meat does that.
It was long ago and it was far away
and it was so much better than it is today...
Oh...grumbles. Back to the baseline bloodsugar monitoring.
Hypoglycemia, truly thou art I.
In the name of science!