Chris' Pussy

So I drove all the way to Chris' house with a full-size bed precariously positioned on the roof of my car, and when I mean positioned I mean, sliding off my roof on the 580 (that's a freeway you Socal douche bags...) So I finally get to Walnut Creek (which has neither walnuts, nor a usable creek) and I lug this bed up an effing concrete staircase and open the door... what do I see? Chris' pussy staring at me dripping wet with saliva... scratching me, biting me, jumping at me... very unbecoming of a pussy of her breed. I suppose it is because she has yet to be snipped, but even so, what a pussy. Now she sits here, comfortable in her nylon tent... silently judging us. I only pray that I will make it through the night. Perhaps if I don't move she can't see me... like Tyrannosaurus Rex.