There's something living in my sister's dirty clothes.
I'm serious. It's pure evil. It has sharp claws, big teeth and only comes out at night.
I lived here for a month before ever seeing the damned thing.
I thought she was joking when I asked what happened to the wood on the banister.
Then one night during a groggy trip to the ahem "pee palace" I saw something with my peripheral vision, just a flash, and then a shooting pain up my calf. I looked down and I was bleeding. "What the hell?!?" I whispered to the darkness, no answer. I sat motionless trying to decide what I thought had just happened, then I saw movement through the slats on the laundry room door. I'll admit I was a bit afraid to open it, for surely the boogeyman was just beyond the door. I decided to dress my wound while I got up the courage. I got out the first aid kit, cleaned and dressed my new mysterious boo boos and charged toward the door. "Ahah!" I shouted as I swung the door toward me. The beast jumped on me claws first, startled I punched it in the head.

What was it you ask?



A fuckin' cat.



Yes I'm serious.



Damn thing is pure effin' evil!!!




so, uh, anyone wanna buy a cat?







P.S. had I known it was a cat I wouldn't have punched it in the head. I told it I was sorry....pretty sure it hasn't forgiven me yet.