The story of Sandwich,

She jumped on my porch when Jimmy Johns delivered, and wouldn't leave.

Sitting on my porch like a proudly purchased bumper sticker for running a half marathon that she didn't finish. Asshole.
After I took her homeless ass to the vet, to make sure she didn't have AIDs and shit, they told me she had 6 more squatters in her dumb cat uterus.

I layed out a perfectly good 3'x3' cardboard box with blankets and comfy ass bedding, but no, this asshole had to have her kids on the GOTDAMNED carpet!

I don't have a problem with breastfeeding in public, but she had to do it in my house like the shitbird she is.
Look at these little assholes! Cant even see and shit, what is the point.

They don't even like good beer, I had to get their non-palate having asses miller lite. That's not even how you spell light, you illiterate grundle-vultures.

I had to touch these disgusting insufferable fuckwits with my own two hands.

I had to touch these disgusting insufferable fuckwits with my own two hands.

Look at them, they can't even take a family picture properly.


Really, just one picture... you can't do it!? They will probably all end up with entry level jobs.