Dating a hipster Cameraboyscouple
All that's in my fridge is a thing of Sriracha and an empty whiskey bottle!
" A cat is a black hole into which food would disappear at a near-constant rate if gone unchecked, leading the feline to expand and expand and expand until it became its own sun around which we would all be forced to orbit until the stars died.
This is a stone-cold fact that we can back up with years of personal experience, extensive research, close, analytical scrutiny and, of course, GIFs. Might as well start fitting your kitty for a pair of tiny skinny jeans now.
When it comes to hipsters and cats, the rules of psychics (which you dimly remember from those classes that you dozed, drool-soaked, through) do not apply: For every action there is NOT an equal and opposite reaction.
You don’t want to deal with a personality that is that slippery and inconsistent.
Just think how often you like to sit around with your significant other and listen to music.
According to most hipsters, children are the food-splattered swallowers of dreams.
Bringing one into your household is like saying to the world, "I submit to your glittering shackles.
Nope, if you shower either species with too much affection, you will get in return...
an empty room (and perhaps the small cloud of dust left behind when those paws or Vans go spinnin').