perrier, like the water

So my roommate is a jewelry designer, which means she’s got a big ole desk covered in welding/melding tools, fire-breathing machines, toxic dyeing mixtures, and scrap metals. Occasionally I hear sawing, steaming, clanking, and hammering…but I very rarely hear shrieking. Especially one followed by a dull murmur and several “Ow”s. Tonight’s Adventure of Kitty and Croissant (part 6): Kitty Clamps her Kitty.

While using heavy duty pliers to weld together some…thing, the metal snapped, and the base of the handles viciously pulled together and latched down onto her hoohah. To paint a more vivid picture: Essentially, her vajayjay was pinched by an angry, rubber crab. That hollowed silver tube necklace better be worth the bruises, Kat! Up the price on that one for history sake. Onto Birds, where we will proceed to get belligerently drunk this fine Saturday. The Celebratory reasoning? SCOOTY’S FIXED!!!