deckwreck

Last night we went to a party at our friend Nancy's house. It was fun. Vladdic and Knifefight quickly nulled the blood pact. This kid started playing a bunch of Rancid, Romones, and Misfits songs. It was like 9th grade all over again.

At the party, I started playing with this little kitten. Knifefight and I quickly decided that it was the raddest cat ever, so I asked Nancy if she was looking to get rid of it. As it turns out, she was. Score.

But then, tragedy struck. This obnoxious bitch started yelling about how she had already claimed the cat. Being reasonable men, we tried to make a deal with her, but to no avail. This girl was a pile of suck.

We went to sleep. I slept on the floor, and inthe middle of the night this jackass walked up to me and took the blanket I was using. I immediately got it back, but still; whot he fuck does that?

This morning we awoke to find the cat bitch had left. And, unfortunately for her, she had left without the cat. Yoink! "Hey Nancy, we are taking the cat." "Ok, give it a good home!"

Bwahahahahaha! After considering numerous names (like Sparks, Ignignok, Destroyer, Optimus Prime, Master Chief, Bandit, and Rock Lee) we decided to name the cat Opus. We came to this descision because when I said the name Opus I was thinking about how stealing this cat was our druken opus, but Knifefight (a former music major) was thinking of the musical definition. The name encompasses English and music, and therefore is a combination of the two of us.

He is small and white with splotches of gray, and is currently climbing my chest. Our cat rocks.