A Word on White Stuff

I hate it.
Perhaps I should elaborate on that point slightly…
I’m sure I’ve commented on my transcendental hatred of water before. Actually, the only reason that I’m prevented from using it as a proof for the existence of a cat-hating God is because it is, at least, fairly obvious what water is – and barring [...]

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White Stuff

I understand water. I drink it, I’ve watched it fall out of the sky, and (the horror, the horror) I’ve been immersed in it. The human calls that last one a “bath”; I call it “evil.” But for the second or third time, now, I’m sitting by the window watching this weird [...]

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