Fancy Feast

Zhan[11:28 AM]:
Trots
Trots [11:28 AM]:
zhannyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Trots [11:35 AM]:
hows it goin today?
Zhan[11:36 AM]:
eh, ok.
Trots [11:36 AM]:
bumcicles, yo
Trots [11:37 AM]:
"There once was a man named Zhan
Whose quads were rock hard cuz he ran.
In triumph, he knew,
That whenever he'd pu,
It would be a success due to bran."
Trots [11:37 AM]
do you like your limerick?
Zhan[11:37 AM]:
yeah! good stuff
Trots [11:38 AM]:
im glad you dug
Trots [11:38 AM]:
i worked hard on that
Zhan[11:39 AM]:
Well written.
Trots [11:39 AM]:
im awesome
Zhan[11:40 AM]:
undoubtedly
Trots [11:41 AM]:
man, it smells JUST LIKE cat food in here
Zhan[11:42 AM]:
Dude, that's what Ned smells like
Trots [11:42 AM]:
ewwwwwwwww
Zhan[11:42 AM]:
his pu. I went in the bafroom after he dropped pu, and it smelled like cat food.
Trots [11:42 AM]:
LOL!!!
Trots [11:42 AM]:
thats SO awesomely gross!!!
Zhan[11:43 AM]:
I know! I don't know what it is. Must be the high tea and bangers
Trots [11:43 AM]:
or the blood pudding...