I used to think this was my classmates' idea of "humor" but now I know it's true - I'm going to be one of those crazy old ladies who lives alone with 90 cats. And then I'll die alone and one of the kitties will gnaw off my face. And Larry will read my obituary and show it to his beautiful wife and they'll both laugh at me.
I don't even like cats.
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