Licking, licking, licking, licking. I could do it forever. So much fur. And it's filthy. Just filthy. Or maybe I just like the feeling of soft fur across my rough tongue. Mmmmmm. But I do like feeling clean, too. And there is so much dirt in the world. It is like the world is made of dirt. Think about it. But the dirt will not win. It won't beat me, anyway. I mean, of course the dirt will eventually win. It always does. But for the present, in the here and the now, I will keep licking. I do what makes me happy. You do what makes you happy. As long as we stay out of each other's way, where's the harm? I'm just a cat. A little kitty cat. Prancing and licking and purring and licking. And licking. It's O.K., and I think you know it's O.K.

I love reading your stories, and I'll look forward to the next update. Thanks for letting us know that it isn't coming till after Christmas. You rock, man.

dude post the costanza method

I've been reading your site for a few weeks and I must say you have captured everything I've ever wanted to say about our dear friend and more. Keep it up and I'll keep reading.

Dude, there are days when I think to myself, "how could my friend be such a homo?". Usually those days include reading something like "we were drinking Amstel". Fag.

Pizza! Pizza!