You could come to my house. Everytime you hear the UberGirls shriek, "Kitty!" take a shot. When you hear them yell, "Miss Muffin!" at the top of their lungs, chug a beer.
Everytime a small dark shadow dashes by in sheer terror, take a shot and a beer.
I'll call the coroner if you don't wake up afterwards.
Oh, by the way, we got a kitten.
