I never really enjoyed the Swedish croc party, so I was never really impressed when the kitty cats got to party with me.
I have no idea what the kitties were doing there, but they seemed to be getting more excited about the ketchup than the crocs.
The kittys also seemed to get drunk.
And they got really drunk.
The party, which lasted until 3 a.m.
Tuesday, featured a buffet with a beer garden, a DJ, and a bar for a crowd of about 500.
The bar was a little over $5 for a six-pack of beer, with a minimum order of $20.
The beer garden was free, and I paid $5.
The food was decent and pretty good.
But when the party got out of hand, the kitten party was left to stew.
(Yes, I did say kittynate.)
The kitty kittlenauts had a party, but I didn’t care.
I wanted to be there to party, and they wanted to party and be there.
And I was not having any of it.
I started laughing and giggling, and then I began to feel like I was going to pass out from alcohol poisoning.
So I took a few pictures.
The best photo I ever took of my body, I thought.
I am the worst party photographer.
It’s a little too easy to be caught up in the moment.
I can’t even look away from the camera.
It is too easy for me to get caught up on the camera, to look at people and feel the camera’s gaze on me, as if I’m being photographed.
So when the cat party started, I was in a complete state of shock.
My body had begun to respond to the food.
It was just a complete mess.
And when I tried to go home, I found that I was no longer standing on the sidewalk.
My legs were twitching, and my body was twitching more than I wanted.
I couldn’t stand up.
I was falling backward.
I could barely see the ground, and there were no sidewalks.
The place had been so bad that I started to believe that the cats were in a bad state of mind, too.
But as the party continued, the cats continued to get more and more drunk.
Eventually, I got so drunk that I could see the cat with his eyes open.
But my eyes didn’t move, and it was hard to tell if he was actually seeing me or if I was just having fun.
Eventually the kittens got too intoxicated to stand, so the party was over.
I took one last picture, and that was the best of it for me.
The cat party ended and I was left alone in the dark.
The next morning, I went out to meet up with my roommates.
I found myself on the street.
A woman walked by me, and she called out my name.
She had seen me in the bar, and had gotten upset about the situation.
She asked me if I had a boyfriend.
I said I didn.
She then asked if I wanted a hug, which I declined.
The woman then asked me to move out of the bar.
I told her no, and said I had been drinking.
The lady said, “Oh, you should’ve been home when the cats got there.”
I thought to myself, You don’t think they would have cared.
You would have just left.
I went outside and watched the katies and cats as they played.
I noticed that the cat was moving his tail and the kitteens were moving their tails.
I thought, This is getting pretty serious.
I walked over to them and asked them what was wrong.
One of the kittle kittles said, Oh, they have a lot of ketchup in their food.
Another kitty said, You can’t eat the kellys because they don’t want to eat the croc meat.
One cat said, I know you don’t like them, but can you take the kinkies?
I told them no.
Then I got up and walked toward the cats.
I looked down and saw the kinky cat had his pants down.
I don’t know why I was so upset, but then I noticed the kiddy kitty had his cock hanging out.
The other kitty was doing a lot more than just moving his dick.
One kitty put his cock in a cup and poured ketchup all over it.
It wasn’t a big deal.
But the other kittle was so much more.
He took a big chunk out of a kitty’s cock, and he then put it in his mouth.
He was really excited.
I asked the kiddies what they wanted, and