I have concerns. Very serious concerns about Momma’s littlest thing. I’ve spent a lot of time researching sociopaths and have come to the conclusion that Momma’s littlest thing is most definitely a sociopath.
Frickin’ memes! How am I supposed to get anything done with them jumping up my butt every three seconds?
You might be a sociopath if:
You have all kinds of curly fur on the top of your head and nowhere else.
You chew on shoes.
You look like a cartoon.
You look like this when you wave:
Instead of saying, “cat,” you say “kee.” And you say, “Hiyee!” in a loud, obnoxious voice.
So there you have it. I’m living with a sociopath. And Momma doesn’t even care. She’s of the opinion that everything this prevert does is cute.
That’s all for now, Diary!