Call me Davl

Proof, if any were needed, that I really need to do something about the legibility of my handwriting.

I'm mostly surprised they managed to decipher my email address, if that's the mess they made out of my name.

MROOOOOOOOOOWWWWW

 Just woke up from an unplanned nap, with, incidentally a great dream that would make for a brilliant piece of creepypasta if only I could remember it fully.

The first thing I have to do on waking up?

Have a cig? Don't be silly.
Make coffee? That would be normal.
Empty my full to bursting bladder? As if.
Feed the cat so he'll stop with that infernal whining and leave me be?

You got it.

Turns out gay men can be pussywhipped too.