Not even meow. Just mow.
And by the way, if you ever find yourself in an existential quandary full of loathing and self-doubt wrapped in the pain and isolation of your pitiful, meaningless existence at least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy, mixed-up universe of ours... there's still a little place...
Cat litter is the vastness of both time and space..the cat turds are my ex-girlfriends
When you are your own worst enemy
Woulda been funnier if the just said "assh0les" at the end.