Monday, January 24, 2005
TOUGH LIFE, INNIT?
Yeah, life’s a real bitch for Miss Matata here at Chez Elisson.
Bite Hakuna on the ass.
Sleep some more.
It just never lets up!
Where the hell is my caviar, dammit?
That spokescat for Sheba cat food? Pfaugh. Trailer trash, sez Hakuna. Ya want elegant? I got elegant, right here. Why, my cat box is filled with caviar-scented litter, and I eat only the finest Mouse Brain Soufflé for my din-din. I’m so frickin’ high-class, I can’t even stand myself.