22chan called me a few months ago and woke me up in the middle of the night, obviously drunk off its ass, slurring its words and begging me to please let it sleep on my sofa for a couple nights.
I told 22chan that I would like to be able to help, but I'm afraid my wife wouldn't be very happy with it sleeping on my sofa, so I bought 22chan a cheap motel room for one night, but after driving back from the motel, I got another phone call.
it was 22chan again, but this time, instead of being drunk, it was obvious that 22chan was tweaking on meth.
22chan was talking at 150 MPH, never stopping to take a breath between paragraphs, rattling off some crazy story about meeting a girl in the lobby and then being kidnapped by a Mexican street gang, robbed and thrown out of a moving car right in front of my house...
Which was really weird because when I pulled into my driveway, 22chan was already sitting on my front porch, which didn't make any sense because I just dropped 22chan off at the motel, and I can't imagine how he possibly got to my house before I did....
When I got out of my car, 22chan was rolling a SPICE synthetic cannabinoid joint, and seemed to be in a slightly zombie state, holding it's arms in a strange contorted position, hunched over drooling, with foam coming from both nostrils...
I finally broke down and agreed to allow 22chan sleep on my sofa for one night only....
And as no good deed goes unpunished, when I woke up the next morning, 22chan had murdered my wife, defecated in my refrigerator, impregnated one of my cats, taking out a second mortgage in my name, slashed the tires to my neighbor's car, "swatted" itself, and licked all the chocolate off an entire box of raisinettes, putting the saliva riddled raisins back into the box afterwards.
so..... I'm not sure what kind of Victory Parade you're expecting me to throw for your worthless friend 22chan, but I'd recommend you take your cat to the vet and see if you can get a morning after abortion pill