James Burnette, regular read and all around nice guy, has lost a friend. Go give him some loving or I will hunt you down and rub my sweaty asscrack on your forehead. And trust me, you’d rather Chris Walken jam an icepick in your eye.

I’m pretty adamant about people respecting the passing of pets. No matter who we are, we all put conditions on our love. Pets, not so. They love us despite our failings, and do so without fail on their part. I know a hundred people I’d rather see cacked than a single beloved pet.