Jim ate a razor.
Sally cries because Jim is dead.
I like dogs because they’re like my friend Priya. They like doin’ stuff, but they’re also ok to just chill sometimes.
“Hey dog, wanna go to Paris?” “HECK YEAH!” “Hey dog, wanna turn all the furniture in this room upside-down?” “LETS DO IT!” “Hey dog, let’s nap all day.” “YEAH IM ON IT.”
Cats I don’t get.