Pg. 1: UGH!! Oh….Argh!!! What happened last night?! Bad Cat do you know? No, you’re never a help, you freeloading poop machine you. UGH!! I’m soo hung over. Woo. Shit. It’s goddamn noon?! “Ok. Bad Cat, hold the fort down. Don’t trash anything k? I’
Pg. 2: “What did you do Bad Cat?!! Argh! Goddamn! If you weren’t so delightfully goddamn cute…I gotta clean up your shit now.” I’m late already. “Bad Cat, call Bret tell him I’ll be there in a few. Stop staring and call you bastard. UGH! You never
Pg. 3: Why is everyone moving around so fast? What day is it? Fuckin LA…ARGH!!!! OOOH—that’s a nice scarf! I can’t stop now to find out where she got that. There’s the restaurant. I’m so hungry—and there he is goddamn Bret, looking cool. I love godd
Pg. 4: Bret asked what happened to me last night. I don’t know. Do you? I host MusicVideodrome on Bret’s Twitch channel MuseumofHomeVideo. It was groovy-horny!! I was under a few cocktails, under a wig, under a cowboy hat—I lathered myself in a ga
Pg. 5: AHHH! I feel great!. I’M IVOR dammit. The International Voice of Reason! I have great taste. I’m a star! UGH!!! I hope Bad Cat didn’t run away. When I got home Good Cat was eyeing the window, an indoor considering the possibilities of becomi
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