Cat Boss

Cat Boss Goes To Work

"JESUS CHRIST! I'M FUCKING LATE FOR WORK! FUCK, THAT FUCKING CUNT CHLOE WILL SURE BE BUSTING MY FIXED BALLS FOR THIS FUCK UP! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!", said Cat Boss, slightly distressed.

Cat Boss was like any other cat, other than the fact that he was also a boss. And no, not the "lul, like a boss, right guys?". That's retarded. This is Cat Boss. He's the boss to a big time law firm that gives top tier lawyers to the scumiest of scum criminals. Cat Boss was diagnosed at a young age. With what, no one knows. Cat Boss doesn't do much with his life, other than tease people, telling them that he'll fire them. Trust me, you don't want to be fired by Cat Boss. The last time someone got fired by Cat Boss, they hung themselves off a ceiling fan while it was swinging around. To be honest, it looked pretty funny, but it's still sad to be fired by a cat. I mean, you could easily break a domesticated cat's neck if you had to. This guy could've killed Cat Boss, but he didn't, because he had respect for Cat Boss.

"SHIT MOTHERFUCKER ASS TITS CUNT COCK MOTHERFUCKER SHIT ASS TITS MOTHERFUCKER SHIT!", said Cat Boss as he ran around his condo looking for parts of his three piece suit.

Cat Boss found his tie fairly quickly, as it was used to allow the hooker, Andrea, to hang herself after she realized she had sex with a cat. Did I mention that this was no ordinary cat? Oh no, this was a cat, who was also a boss. He even got his MBA from Yale, which is prestigious, I think.

Cat Boss ran into the next room, where he found his little kitty slacks shoved up the cunt of the sister of his secretary, Florence. Of course, Florence's sister was now dead, which means Cat Boss will have to give out some absent days to that little rascal, Florence.

Cat Boss found his nice, white button up shirt wrapped around a now entirely purple cock of his house cleaner, Tim. For good measure, since Cat Boss was also Cat Surgeon, he cut off Tim's cock with a butcher's knife that he found in the urethra of the now dead male stripper, Julio.

Finally, Cat Boss found his luxurious sports coat in the bath tub. It was used to cover the wound of Cat Boss' best friend, Dog General Certified Accountant. The jacket was nice and cold when Cat Boss put it on, since the bathtub was full of ice cubes.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKING BULLSHIT! FUCK THIS SHIT! I'LL FUCKING KILL MYSELF, I'LL FUCKING DO IT! DON'T CHALLENGE ME!", said Cat Boss as he rode his bicycle to work. He sure likes to keep healthy! It was a beautiful day. Birds were chirping, flowers were blooming, and all the nice people of Fairville were waving to Cat Boss on his way to work, to which he responded with a hearty middle finger.

While Cat Boss was bicycling to work, he got a Cat Boner. Cat Boss used his Cat Paws to stroke his Cat Cock on his Cat Bicycle. While he was Cat Whacking It, he Cat Crashed into a Cat Semi Pick Up Truck, to which he become Cat Dead.

But the sad part about all of this?

He didn't even Cat Ejaculate.