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My cats kill me. Every day they're like this. (Pete is the black, Emma is the chubby in the bed)


He likes to ensure I maintain a high level of personal hygiene.


Sniffing my phone was a higher priority than posing for the camera.


Apparently I acquired a hog this weekend. I had to battle that stubborn motherfucker. Ever fight with a hog? It's not enjoyable. I almost lost my fucking hand! It was good times, though.


And then stepped through the floor and got hit by a roll of barbed wire. (back of my left knee)


Horse keeses!!


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