Old Habits Never Change

OOOOOOhhhh SHIT!  I'm allergic (my only downfall) to cats and I'm sitting right next to a 'pussy palace' (one of those fucking cat houses that towers eight feet tall).  Aside from my eyeball being gouged out by my fingers, it is oozing and red.  Yeah, I'm sure that some of you yagbies are going to say "Well, maybe it's conjunctivitis" -NO IT"S NOT.  It's the dander on these felines that has me looking like The Elephant Man right about now and I'm about to round them up and sell them to the Chinese food place down the street.  I don't do cats.  Unless they are hairless ones that look like cancer patients.

The point of this is.... Well, there is no point.  My nose is running and it is stuffed like a pepper.  On top of that, I have sneezed over 30 times now in the last 2 hours.  The last sneeze that came out of me made me piss my pants.  Yeah, I know how that would make me sound like I've got Grand Canyon crotch, but it's not the case.  I do kegels, fellas.  Plus, I use the Ben Wah weights.  If you don't know about them, uhh... Google?  Anyhow, by the thirtieth sneeze, my muscles were caught off guard and relaxed from the past two hours of strenuous work.  And that is how I just pissed my pants.  The picture above?  I took that in the bathroom and spruced it up.  It was either that or a shot at the piss stain.  Fuck fuck FUCK!  I'm putting myself out of commission.