cat

Gym people always talk up about potentials, but for my sanity, don't even touch the fucking idea! Don't open the door. Cause you won't be like that! All you gonna end up getting would be some apartment with one tiny grey starving little cat with diarrhoea, sitting on a mattress-less bed, with its huge eyes meowing at you. "Miao~~". And an unforeseen landlady untangling her popsocks at background. Then you're this terrible guy, in the colour of aubergine, emerge yourself from a dark corner, holding a mug of beer wearing a string vest going "where are the chips?". That's your fucking potential!