Here it goes.

Once upon a time there lived a girl who was very sloppy and didn't hang up her clothes. One night, she went to bed with her clothes for the next day strewn all over the floor. The next morning as she was getting ready to go back to her flooded school (F'N ISIDORE), she took her clothes off the ground and got dressed. When she got to school and was taking a test in first hour, she smelled something a little funny. "Hmm," she thought, glaring at her neighbor, "someone needs to take a bath." And during second hour the smell didn't decipate. It still held a very strong presence. "What is that smell???" she thought. And during fourth hour, one of the girl's friends said, "Hey, why is there a stain on your pants leg?" So the girl looked down, and there it was. And she, being a very wary creature, bent over and smelled The Spot. Sure enough, her horrible thoughts were confirmed: AS SHE SLEPT, HER SIX CATS (WHO SHE LET STAY INSIDE BECAUSE OF F'N ISIDORE) PISSED ON HER PANTS. So the girl rolled up her pants to look like long, dorky shorts and drenched herself in perfume to try to cover up the heinous piss odor. She was cold the rest of the day because her pants were rolled up. Plus she could still smell the piss. THE END.

Funny, eh?

I have another joke for you:

Once upon a time there lived a girl whose cats pissed on her pants as she slept and the poor girl wore them unknowingly to school. After school that day, the girl got home, took her cats by the neck, swumg them around several times above her head, and let them fly far, far away...to an imaginary place where they can piss all over everything and no one will fling them up against walls. And the girl lived happily ever after. THE END.

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On another non-pissy note, I'm going to homecoming tonight. I'll let you know how that goes.

If the cats piss on the dress, they are gone. GONE, do you hear me, GONE.

© alexa

The counter keeps breaking and pissing me off, so NO MORE COUNTER! Mwahaha!