what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

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Sometimes I sit and think. Sometimes I piss in the sink.

We finally have a litter box that fits in our designated space. The guy that scoops our poop spent over a month on a long wasteful search examining plastic tubs and storage bins at hardware stores and office supply places, visiting pet stores that sell products named “litter box” and for a couple weeks he even offered us the use of the produce drawer from the refrigerator. Shit. It’s about time. Custom cut-to-order components individually wrapped in tar paper… …is the new black.

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