Kittens

Ah, kittens. Is there anything more precious than the sweet bundle of joy known as kittens? As of lately, my partner in crime, CPT, and I have been having a lot of fun with the notion that every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten. I guess you could say its become a theme in everyday conversation. Here is a pretty funny example of an exchange on the killing of kittens (keep in mind, this conversation took place in a room full of people):

CPT: I don't know what I am up to. I'm hanging right here for now.
Rook: Hmmm. OK. I guess I will just go and kill some kittens.

As CPT and I explode in to hysterical laughter, the room full of people looks at me, shocked. That's right people, I just said I am going to go and kill some kittens. Get over it. Anyway, I suggest that you use this phrase as a euphemism for masturbation-it really is a lot of fun. I even wrote a haiku about it during lunch:

nothing left to do
lets go kill us some kittens
that never gets old

I am literally sitting here at my desk laughing out loud. This truly will NEVER get old.