Don’t urinate on a copy of the latest issue of Newsweek as it’s wrong to pee on corpses.
No Wikipedia today? I better look up those Firefly episode synopses now.
Turkey says if Perry doesn’t apologize for calling them Islamic terrorists they’ll suicide bomb him.
Hippies are protesting SOAP today.
So why are sites going dark today? To raise awareness? I hate awareness.
I remember when I was a kid and wasn’t aware of anything. That was awesome. Also got to spend all day playing Atari.
Old School Nightmare: you have to take a final for a class you never attended.
New School Nightmare: you have a take-home final and Wikipedia is blacked out.
OMG! I need a cat.
Otters!! I have otters that found a way to get under my house! And now they won’t come out this morning because they don’t like 6″ of snow.
I’d shoot ’em, but there are wires and pipes down there. I need a damn cat!
Sorry, we refuse to work for you, Jimmy, ’cause you’ve never treat us like you otter.
Here’s my random thought: I just rented and watched the movie ‘Thor’ yesterday, and all I can say is…damn you Stan Lee and Marvel Productions! Damn you all to hell!
It doesn’t get any better DamnCat. And with that, we close the comments. Thanks folks and have a safe drive home!
FrankJ:
“I hate awareness.”
We know.
Best Regards,
Monkey Faced Liberal
Just when I’ve decided to go all Romney on y’all, Newt and Perry say things that make me happy. Can’t we just get these guys to act together like the Justice League, let Romney be Superman, and everyone else fight for goodness along with him? (Frank J. could be you know who.) (Aquaman.)
How is this different from any other day?
Myxmaster… Ron Paul is Aquaman. Same skills, and about as useful.
“No Wikipedia today? I better look up those Firefly episode synopses now.”
Oh no, a site full of factually incorrect information is shutting down for the day…yawn…
Dude, if you don’t already have all the Firefly episodes MEMORIZED by now….well….WHY NOT?!?
Ha Ha! Your president told the union scumbags they will not get work this year and disapproved the Keystone Pipeline. So the tree huggin scumbags hate soap but now luves thems somes obamose! And we alls nose how obamaose luves to be luved!
Firefly, wasn’t that what they called the protest against soap?
In scumfransicko, people go into the cheese shops for the fresh air!
If awareness is raised in the forest, does it make a sound?
Jimmy, give some hippies a copy of “Ring of Bright Water” and tell them that there are some otters who will love them forever and be their special pets if they just “rescue” them from under your house. You will have to fumigate after the hippies are gone, of course, but the fish crap odor left by the otters probably would have made that inevitable, anyway.
http://www.amazon.com/Bright-Water-Classic-Nature-Penguin/dp/0140249729#_
Crabby, you are always an endless fountain of information.
However, I got them to leave a while ago. They scampered across the snow and down the bank to the water. Now, I have to block their secret entrance.
Actually, I was thinking of making pets out of them, but like cats, I’d have to feed them – and then there’s that same poop problem that cats have. Cats have a lot of problems.
Ammonia odor, destruction of furniture, fleas, ticks, little dried VIABLE bits of tapeworm dropped on your pillow, the propensity to sleep on your face (oxygen? why should I allow you to waste any?), the NEED to sleep on your open book/newspaper, the belief that a disemboweled rat is an appropriate and appreciated carpet ornament, the desire to keep the shelves free of dust-catching “clutter” (also known as Grandma’s priceless Dresden china), huh-KACK-ack hairballs, stinky food (I spurn the nasty dry crap you call “chow”), fur that will cling to, and can miraculously contrast with any color of, any type of clothing you own, tuna breath, odd hours, a pathological hatred of hanging curtains (they must come down NOW!), the unerring ability to locate and cling to the one person in a crowd who is allergic to cats, intolerance of dogs no matter how loyal, useful and cute they may be, and an insultingly superior ATTITUDE that makes you feel like a piece of undesirable cheese, no matter what your praiseworthy attributes and accomplishments might be. You are not a cat. You don’t. measure. up.
Goodness! She comes by her name honestly.
That may be TOO much information for DamnCat, Crabby. I’m okay with it, however.
But we love DamnCat, don’t we Crabby. That’s not a question! I don’t want that kitteh in my gardens any more!
Now, I’ve got to figure out what to do with the Otters. The other day, they left tracks in the snow. Yellow, smeary, sliding their crummy butt’s across the snow tracks. I’m thinkin’ that’s not good.
But these guys are smart. One of ’em left a card that said “Will program for lodging! Wet dirt OK!”
DamnCat, my most beloved pet EVER is actually a cat named Wiggles (he has plenty of dignity, but my daughter named him when she was young and obsessed with The Wiggles TV show). He is magnificent and incomparable. He has the ability to look like a playful kitten one moment and a glorious lion the next. When he sits on the porch, total strangers stop on their walks and tell me what an amazing cat he is. He is a ginger and white (paws, tummy, breast and neck) tabby cat with short hair (apart from his always-poofy tail) in the summer and long hair – including a gorgeous ruff – in the winter. He was a homeless street tom when my sister found him and gave him to me, and he can fearlessly protect his territory, terrorize any dog and effectively hunt any vermin. The fact that I am soppily in love with this incredible gift from God (my daughter’s theory is that he was God’s own cat, who snuck out of the Pearly Gates to go exploring) does not blind me to the charming little “problems” listed in my earlier post. That was not crabbiness, just clear-sightedness.
I’ll stick my dog; loyal, protective, knows what furniture is and that its not to be destroyed, likes bathes, knows to leave dead animals outside, knows its place in the house, ect.
Crabby, he sounds awesome. But of course he is – he’s a cat.
At least your otters are wiping their butts before they sneak in. We have a possum that comes in and poops in our bathroom.
Denise? Trailer House?