twomile

Aliens in my bathtub

They had money to offer, for my firstborn. I did not want to tell them I was too old, and no longer had the parts, they seemed to not be aware of this fact, so I gave them my cat. They said "the baby does not look like you" so I expained he looked like his father. They seemed to buy it. I was a little bit sad, I love my cat, but I love money more. I can buy the love of ten cats. I can write love ballads. I can live in a car or a big boat in a place that is always warm. My fins ache.

posted by viki @ 11:20 AM