Not a Fat Lady...Just Spliff

A second ago, Spliff was watching "Family Guy" in her room and now she is evidently singing to her cat. At the top of her lungs. It's funny, actually, but refreshing. I mean, seriously, if you can't sing to your cat at the top of your lungs in front of someone...(or at least in the same house)...How good of a friend can they be? Either we are the best friends ever...or she is too hammered to know that I can hear her. It could go either way. We had an eventful afternoon.

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