Like Cats?
Not any more.
...Even less so.
Whaaaa...?
too much time + unhealthy fascination with cats = the above.
But, this is okay.
Dig the one 'rubbing' the xylophone. Treat your instruments right, kids.
an aside:
If 'Katrina' and the mining disaster taught me anything, it's that the blood of the lower classes no longer oils the wheels of industry.
...It's congealed into the paving stones of the miserably rich, to be trodden upon, spat upon, forgotten beneath the heel..
posted by Blog Monkey at 1:17 p.m.
7 Comments:
I have to like cats because they kill our spiders and scorpions.
Thanks for your comments... knew you were funny and am just realizing how smart you are, too. Peace.
Kat
crap, i updated this. you know, i continue to change posts as my boredom overcomes me. i think it's best to check back often or only check late at night.
in candle-light.
with wine.
and a suggestive outfit.
...like a bee costume.
smart, maybe... disturbed? you bet!
peace on earth to you as well.
You're right. It is congealing.
(Came over to let you know I found some Jon Stewart T&A that's kinda funny.)
Kitties aside (my dalmatian finds them potentially tasty, but she's just not fast enough to enjoy cat tartar) ... I like your blog! Anyone that asks 'what would Zoidberg do?' is OK by me.
Thanks for visiting (and linking to) my blog. Hope to see you again!
- Mikey
don't worry, the kitten stuff doesn't happen all that often. i'll swing by some time soon!
I see you know my cat - damn that opportunity for a double entendre was sooo tempting... much like dat der national symbol of da great white north, eh? bloody canadians. spellin' everythin wrong, shovin' all dem 'u's in yer face - funny coloured money - loony if ask me..
damn if it weren't fer dat der Tim Horton's and dat poutine and de odd beaver tail - I'd say nuke da lot of ye.
i say nuke anyways!
tim horton's is the worst cuppa joe i e'er drank.
sigh, those 'u's.
you know, even i get irked when i hears 'aboot'.
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