It looks like we'll be one housemate short for the Yankee Swap this year. We've decided to officially declare Turbo the cat dead. It's been a long time since we've seen him and, based on his condition the last time anyone saw him, we figure it's a pretty good bet he's riding the Hale-Bopp Comet out to the distant reaches of reality. So raise your glass, whatever ya got, to health and happiness, to the Yankee Swap, and to Turbo. Goodnight sweet prince.
(full disclosure: that's not Turbo, but who gives a shit?)
2 comments:
this lack of publicity about the yankee swap makes me think that it's going to suck this year. I bet half of the people on the invite have forgotten about it already. I bet that the party ends up as just the 10 of you sitting around the tree, hammered on eggnog and trying to touch each other's schlongs. O'Doyle rules.
You managed to find a picture of a cat that looks remarkably like Turbo for this entry. I smell foul play.
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