Backstory: I recently declared that for Karla's upcoming birthday I was going to coordinate a butterfly release in her home as she loves butterflies so.
Me: I CANNOT get a cat. I wouldn't mind a cat per se, but I'm highly allergic. A cat is probably the only pet I could manage not to accidentally kill. Too bad they want to kill me.
K: You know what? You do a butterfly release in my house, I'm gonna do a CAT RELEASE into your house!
Me: That is SO NOT THE SAME THING.
K: You heard me. You do any manner of insect release into my home and I will make you pay bitch!
Me: Karla. What are you going to do? Go down to the pound and adopt a bunch of random cats? "Oh, hi, I'm here for some cats for a cat release!"
If you do a cat release into my house and I will one up that shit with a GOAT RELEASE.
If you do a cat release into my house and I will one up that shit with a GOAT RELEASE.
K: That's fine. I can totally handle a goat release. Me and goats are totally cool.
Me: Well, I hope you aren't too big on those Baccarat butterflies in your living room because those will BE DONE.
K: No. I'll hide them.
Me: I'm not going to tell you when I'm gonna do the goat release. It will be a surprise goat release.
K: Whatever I like goats.
Me: You aren't going to like them in your damn house.
K: Whatever, bitch. CAT RELEASE.
Me: This is basically most absurd conversation to ever occur.
K: Basically.
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