Is it trashy that I kind of want a plastic rug for my living room to save the floors from cat puke? I mean, I have plastic boobs to save my ego from man puke and I’m wearing plastic underwear to save my pants from vagina puke (that’s what I call tinkles), so maybe plastic could be my “thing.” Like how your thing is “malodorous oral thrush and wacky message t-shirts.”




I know that guy.
Go easier on the ipecac in the Tender Vittles next time.