//cats & boxes
are you fuckin kiddin me
"If I fits, I sits" applies to all cats
I was going to explain this photo, and then I decided that a caption competition would be more fun.
"She’s my wife." Said the man from elsewhere, swirling his wine. "But doesn’t she look almost exactly like Amanda Palmer?"
"But… but it is Amanda Palmer." He replied, trying to make out the words to her song.
"This is the ash wood table." The man from elsewhere continued. "It’s color is black."
"Through the veil of butterfly wings," the woman sang. "All the magician could still be,"
"My pants have stripes." Countered the distant woman. "It is fashionable," she told the agent. "But they don’t make them in your size."
The song continued. “Is wrapped up in what he sings: please buy my new CD.”
I’m not insane, I’m voluntarily indifferent to conventional rationality