I hate when that happens.
I couldn't remember if you wanted to be buried or cremated. So I just threw you out back. Ran out of cat food anyway.
Sorry.
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I hate when that happens.
I couldn't remember if you wanted to be buried or cremated. So I just threw you out back. Ran out of cat food anyway.
Sorry.
I'm happy to rot out the back, have the foxes and racoons pick over my bones.
P.s. I came back from the dead to write this.
Yeah they're usually pretty good at getting rid of the bodies for me. I just hate it when the cat brings an ear to the door and just leaves it there. I stopped eating those years ago.
Lol. Too much gristle.
Yeah. Plus I hate it when people listen to me chew.
🤣
That's so green of you.
Green as in I'm an amateur at body disposal?
Or green as in I care about this planet and should invite people over more often?
Fuck that.
Wouldn't set foot even if my foot was set.
I can tell you're unsettled.
Hmm, I think both would work in this context.