30/10/2026
Meet Casper the Whippet. The little gentleman. The distinguished member of society. The absolute fu***ng menace. 😂
Every evening, without fail, this skinny little pervert embarks on his nightly ritual of sh****ng the absolute life out of his blanket whilst simultaneously chewing tiny peep holes into it.
And there I am, forced to sit and witness this hour-long display of pure degeneracy. No shame. No dignity. No remorse. Just Casper and his blanket, living their best life.
Try taking the blanket away and suddenly I’m the worst human being to have ever walked this earth. He sulks. He turns his back on me. Refuses eye contact. Won’t even acknowledge my existence. You’d think I’d just told him Santa wasn’t real.
No. He wants his blanket. His evening has been ruined. And apparently, so has our relationship.