When I go out with the ladies, I don’t force them to pronounce my name. I tell them I like to go by the nickname of Kitten.
A dog is a pitiful thing, depending wholly on companionship, and utterly lost except in packs or by the side of his master. Leave him alone and he does not know what to do except...
Then to top it all off, you were only reacting to me because you were impaired! That’s rich! You know what those drugs did to you in the first dose, before the second one made...
I have an abnormally shaped brain. According to neuroimaging, my brain looks like a curled up sleeping kitten. That’s how I make love like meow.
We say cat tastes like chicken when, had we been weaned on kitten stew, we’d say chicken tastes like cat.
When the silent flamingo dances pink with desire, I’ll be there, sipping on owl stares and kitten curls.
Wait a minute. Wait just a hairball kakking minute.
I would pull at my beard like a wise man, but I don’t have one—a beard (or a wise man). So instead I pull at my grandpa’s beard, as he purrs like a kitten.
,Kitten?-,Si?Sus ojos eran hermosos cuando se encontraron con los míos, luminosos y claros,y un largo momento se extendió entre nosotros. -Te amo.” Daemon Black, Opposition.
It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and I’m just a kitten.
Got the itch? – Jared
Tall, dark and handsome was hot. Tall, dark, and handsome with a nestled kitten? Atomic.
I fuckin eat silence of crickets for fun. I got life afterlife and a name like Baby. Every time I try to cry a teara new kittenhead grows out of me.
He giggled like a puppy being tickled by a kitten wearing a duckling costume.
Purr more, hiss less
They all seemed hungry, happy, and healthy enough in their buzzing—oh the days were hot, and the noise of bees filled the air that was dusty with pollen and sun haze, and there were tiny...
Nothing says you care like sending someone a kitten.
You called her Kitten? And she let you? She put me in a coma for three days when Icalled her that! My balls never recovered from her smashing them into my spine!
I gather the last remnants of the evening’s breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten.
Of course, I’m Vlad Tepesh, what did you expect?
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