Conversation I had with my magic 8 ball…
Kitta: Bob sent me a magic 8 ball and I’m asking it all sorts of questions, it’s so much easier than thinking.
Kitta: Should I go make dinner?
8 ball: Why not?
Phobia: Ask your 8 ball if I should go and buy dinner.
Kitta: Should Phobia go buy dinner?
8 ball: How should I know?
Kitta: Well, you are a mother fucking 8 ball.
8 ball: Sure.
Kitta: Don’t take that tone of voice with me young 8 ball!
8 ball: I’m cool with that.
Phobia: OMG, that 8 ball is pretty cool.
Kitta: Go to your room.
8 ball: No way!
I think my 8 ball is possessed by a smart assed teenager. 😕