Posted by Loulou on Jun 7, 2013 | 0 comments

I was in the garden last night, and there was a lot of noise down the street coming from a bunch of kid anthros who, if I know my chickens (so to speak) were crock-ohed. Meaning plastered. Meaning, in French, ivres, meaning in English, drunk. Hey, I know that kids drink. They certainly drink more than kitties, that’s for sure, and mama will only let...

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