Oh, my aching ears.
So last night my cousin Betsy and her new bf Pirateboy were in town and we decided to go scrounge up a little grub. Found some nice barely-touched filet mignons behind the local steakhouse, and a side of melted vanilla ice cream to boot. Quite tasty.
I was ready to call it a night, but this Pirateboy dood is a wild one, pulls out a stash of the old 'nip. Just to be sociable I put a pinch between my cheek and gum. Yowzers, it had been awhile since I'd partaken and the green went right to my gray matter.
Before we knew it, his supply was gone and we were mewling like madcats all up and down that alley. We scored some more from an old Tom and the last thing I remember was caterwauling with a bunch of fellow nippers in front of a milk bottling factory.
My head may regret last night's festivities, but the rest of me doesn't. Sometimes we need a little artificial stimulation to shake off the dusty shawl of pattern and convention. A little nip or bud or drink to raise up our vibrations, even temporarily, and gain a new perspective. Blow out the pipes, as it were.
So Felinia is no teetotaler. I will put the lampshade on my head from time to time and dance until dawn. If we can't cut loose on occasion, what use is life on this little blue orb?
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