But, on a less pleasant note, you know who's less awesome? The Hell Kittehs. In fact, they are flat-out vicious, cold hearted, blood sucking little bastards. They have taken Dean hostage and are demanding even moar posts. Well, technically, they asked for a 'pound of flesh' (tomato, tomahto). Believe me, I have no control over them whatsoever. *crosses heart*
Come On! Think of Dean. Just look at what those sick, twisted Hell Kittehs are doing to our poor boy as we speak. Please help raise him from Purrdishuns.
I blame auntmo9 for this. She's the one who casually mentioned the possiblity of a Kitteh-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I'm like an addict, you can't talk about bizarre lolcats in my vicinity and not expect me to relapse. I tried to quit. I really did.