I have the Twitter account. The Facebook account. A Google+ account I ignore.
Obviously, I have a blog.
I'm on Foursquare. I use Instagram and Pinterest and I'm dipping my toes in StumbleUpon.
I had a Myspace account; a Xanga. Hell, I was on Geocities back in the day.
I'm so connected to the internet, my body practically needs Wifi to take a piss.
But there is one last hurdle I need to cross before I can truly say I am internet savvy.
I need a cat.
The internet is actually 46% cat. Every major development with the internet can be tied back to cats or porn or cat porn. 'Early Adopters'? More like 'Furly Adopters' - amiright?
I mean, what is my social media presence if I don't even upload pictures of cats to my Facebook page. Hell, REAL social media nerds' cats have their OWN Facebook page.
So I think it is time to add a furry friend to my life.
Plus, I would finally have someone to blame when my browser history shows all that cat porn.
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or to blame when there's a fresh turd found on the floor...
Or when you wake up with fur in your mouth and a "I just pumped the neighbors cat" look on your face.
my mom said she had no clue cats were so big on the internet. now she actually wants a computer.
It does give one paws.
I'll go back to my cage now.
also you ever break anything bam blame the cat.
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