So, I used to have this boyfriend who liked to call me “kitten” (“Does anybody know where I can find a vampire to glamour that thought from the storage unit in my brain?” – you) as a joke and one time I was playing my voicemails on speakerphone in the break room of my job. Just as my boyfriend said “Hi kitten, it’s me,” my supervisor strolls in and says something like, “I know you’re not a 4-year-old white girl and I know that’s not your father. That voicemail is completely inappropriate and nobody other than you needs to hear that. Shit, I don’t even know if you need to hear it.” She had a point. That’s sort of how I feel about this video message one of Brit Brit’s owners, Jason Trawick, uploaded for the whole world to see.
It’s supposed to be sweet, but to me it looks like a cross between a death bed goodbye video and a hostage situation video. Either dude got into Brit Brit’s pill stash or he’s bleeding from the butt and slowly falling into a coma while recording this mess. Even his tongue sounds drugged up. I mean, that lisp….