Last week I introduced everyone to Drug Kitty.
If you don’t care to re-read that post, just know this: my cat has done more drugs than I have. Heck, I’ve never even smoked pot.
The closest I’ve come to “doing drugs” was in college when a fraternity brother suggested we Robo-trip. (Kids stop reading here.) What is Robo-tripping, you ask? Well, um, you drink an entire bottle of Robitussin and, as it was explained to me, the rest of your evening is tits.
Only somehow my buddy and I screwed up. Turns out you’re supposed to buy Robitussin DM — it’s the dextromethorphan that messes you up — but we bought Robitussin CF instead.
Even today I don’t know what CF stands for. But if I had to guess, it’s probably CONSTANTLY FARTING because that is how I spent the next 12 hours.
Anyhow, that’s really just a long-winded way of bringing you to this gem: a video about what happens to wild cats when someone slips them
acid catnip. I’m thinking about rescuing the black panther at the 2:45 mark.
She would fit in a Mirage, yes?