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CatParty

CatParty

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Just seeing that picture makes me want to scrub my skin with steel wool so I may feel some semblance of cleanliness.
 
The rat teeth are at their most spectacular here. I thought he was in the habit of covering his grinning maw these days?
 
CWICKQUARTER said:
The rat teeth are at their most spectacular here. I thought he was in the habit of covering his grinning maw these days?
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He feels no need to do so now that he can't see Kiwi Farms laughing at his rat choppers.
 
Potato Trans-Rat's Germanic ancestor...
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"Self employed"

"Ma'am what is your occupation?"
"Self employed <<squeak>>"
"And what line of business are you in"
"The Care business.. The youcaring business"
 
Pretty sure this confirms his "job" is a lie. Even work by the day places wouldn't hire someone who looks that unbalanced.
 
The Kiwis had a homecoming
In network late last night
And the Magic Rat posted his sleek selfie
Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot Jon sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm vodka in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Sharon Lane

Well, the Maximum CIS agents run down Sharon
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot Jon
And the kids 'round there live just like shadows
Always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand
Down in Portland

The midnight gang's assembled
And picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet 'neath that giant Trader Joe's sign
That brings this fair city light
Man, there's a storage unit out on the Turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, Cherry-Tops, rips this holy night
The street's alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they flash unseen
Kids flash gofundme's just like switchblades
Hustling for the Facebook machine
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into anarchist bands
That face off against each other out in the street
Down in Portland

In the parking lot the tranies dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are waddling to the records that the DJ plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in public housing
Desperate as the night moves on
Just one pay failure and an eviction, and they're gone

Beneath the city, two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so trender
In a bedroom locked in whispers
Of soft refusal and then surrender
In the tunnels uptown, the Rat's own lies gun him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the guy shuts out the bedroom light

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's french fries and what's fantasy
And the posters down here don't ween nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife, they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Portland
 
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