I cannot make this shit up

Onyx just jumped onto my desk, bumped my hand for a few pets, then sat down, reached out with a paw, and grabbed / snuggled up with my iPod shuffle.

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I'd send this to my granda, but I think he still believes I'm a good kid who doesn't go into dive bars. :D

Golf, as a sport, has the strong undercurrent of shared misery that one usually finds only in dive bars.