The Return of Sascrotch

I’ll give you one guess as to who got his photo-mojo back.

Is it incredibly sad that when he said “Present yourself, cunt.” I froze and replied, “I forgot how!”

And look! My faithful furry friend is still alive and well. And growing!

I, personally, don’t see the appeal in naked cleaning. Things kind of… hang. And flop. And spread. *shudder*

Look at all those freakin’ dishes! I seriously need to learn how to cook without using every dish I own.

Hee. It’s warm out! Finally.

I need a hair cut. Can we take a vote?

Those marks are from last week. Mostly.

See that big bad ass cat of mine? He’s hiding.

From this monster. How vicious is he?

Look at him. “And stay up there!”

“Okay.”

~cunt

(we’re dog sitting. Idn’t he sweet?)