Sometimes, I am serious.
I know it's hard to believe. But I am not always incredibly pleasant. There are several things you cannot suggest to me tell me to do and expect me to roll with.
1) Declawing my cat.
2) ...
Well, that's all that comes to mind. I have no sense of humour about that and, yes, despite being exceptionally easygoing about just about any other horrible thing you can think of, I cannot even find something remotely cute or funny about turning the mutilation of my cat's toes into some kind of ha-ha fest.
I'm not getting into details, but hey, every once in a while, I'd like my friends to realize (and allow) the fact that I might actually have convictions and there's a line not to cross as far as jokes are concerned. When I tell you someone told me to declaw my cat and you make a joke thereafter, about how much you hate cats [and you're a fucking shitbag anyway, so who cares what you like?], I'm not going to take it lightly.
...Dan, of course I'm looking in your direction. :D
Oh, and I got a new apartment (pending their approval of the third person who will be moving in). Tra-la-la-la.
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Am I the Dan you were referring to? I'm not used to having you refer to me as Dan without immediately following it up with "ner". Besides, I like cats!
Yeah, I was trying to make it seem like you really ticked me off! I felt uncomfortable not using your suffix, too.
Seriously though you have never offended me.
Why would you do such a horrible thing to me. I am very sensitive soul. I did nothing to prompt your hate. In an ironic twist of fate it was actually you who had offended me.
Oh wait, that's what you were going for in the first place. Kudos, Nikki! Kudos!
(p.s. I wasn't really offended.... or was I? No, I wasn't.)
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