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Tales of a Post-Grad Nothing

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Warning: Contains the verb 'Cornholed'

On a scale of one to, I don't know, twelve, one being not creepy at all and twelve being this woman-level creepy:


How creepy do you think it is, hypothetically of course, for someone who works at home by herself (or himself) all day, to let the neighbor's cat in every once in a while just to hang out? If you ask me, someone who would never let the a strange person's pet inside just because there's a wealth of Virginia ham in the fridge and it's all going to go bad if we just leave it there, I don't think it's all that weird, maybe a little pathetic, but no more than a 3 on the creepiness scale. Given the fact that I have several outfits which in and of themselves would warrant at minimum a five, a three is nothing. Child's play. If you ask the boyfriend, letting a strange person's cat into your home (even if the first time was purely by accident), ranks right up there with building statues out of one's own feces. Either way, the person who designed this (see below, found while Google searching 'creepy people') takes the cake. That guy gets a 9 in my book.

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