Hows the view from your cubicle, monkey! For real how miserable does this make you feel? Monday morning. Probably hungover. Probably sweated your ballsack off on the commute. Some dude farted in the elevator. Now you’re planted at your desk and going through about a hundred unread emails realizing how much work you left unfinished Friday afternoon.
Meanwhile Kira the pup is just doggie paddling around the coast of Mozambique lookin to play with the dolphins. Paddle around trying to make some porpoise friends and then hop back in the boat to take a nap and catch some rays. Head back to the beach and have pretty girls feed me and rub me down. If I could die right now with the promise I’d be reincarnated as Kira I’d jump off a bridge today. Doesn’t even matter that Kira is a chick. I’d go canine lez and live my second life to the fullest.
But, alas, we all know I’m destined to be reincarnated as a cat. Live your first life as a blogger making fun of people behind a keyboard, spend your second life as a house cat with no friends scratching a post for fun.