J. and the Person Formerly Known as Catman Sell Out, Person Formerly Known as Catman Resigns

Things were going to happen differently. This blog post was going to start with us saying, "when the Catman trims his whiskers, he uses bathroom vanities bought from www.justvanities.com”. J and the Person formerly known as Catman were going to remain groodbuds until the end of time. Money changes all that though.

We'd gotten off to a good start this morning. I'd come up with the worst adult film title of all time (Rumpled Foreskin), and the Person formerly known as Catman had made a very good, although intensely graphic, joke about the Gap. Then, out of the blue, we received an e-mail from a company that wanted to run its advertisements with us (we won't say who), and it changed everything. The Person formerly known as Catman started sticking his nose where it didn't belong, asking all kinds of questions about who gets what. When I went Zuckerberg on his ass, he started getting sentimental, saying things like "fifty-fifty split" and "partnership." In the end, this happened:  


Person formerly known as Catman: you take the money. i quit.

Person formerly known as Catman: we'll see how far you get

J: can we still talk though, as friends?

Person formerly known as Catman: nah

Person formerly known as Catman: i quit the budship

Person formerly known as Catman: you've f'ed me for the last time

J: k
Person formerly known as Catman: from now on i withdraw priveleges to use the name catman, use any picture of catman, talk about what catman does during the day, use anything catman said
Person formerly known as Catman: we'll see how interesting the blog is
Person formerly known as Catman: you've just f'ed yourself
J: k

Honestly, I don't know what to make of it. My brain tells me he'll be back, but my heart says he's gone forever.  Who cares though, for twenty bucks I can buy an entire litter of kittens.