I'm pretty sure my estranged wife's deranged cat knows where my balls are. She walks around with a smirk on her face all day and her eyes rolling back into her skull. I can just tell she knows and she knows that I know and so the dance goes on.
Monster loves walks on the beach, but she hates everything else in the entire world, especially people, so I'm not too optimistic that she will divulge the location of my balls.

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