…You know what I fucking hate? Dogs. I fucking hate dogs…
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update: …and feline chlamydiosis. That sucks, too.
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You realize that feline chlamydiosis is completely unrelated to the common human STD chlamydia?
Man, did I ever learn that the hard way…
..and in a seriously awkward conversation with my vet.
There’s a joke in here that employs the phrase “itchy pussy,” but I’ll be damned if I’m going to tease it out.
Jeff,
You’ve got an itchy pussy? I drive a Ford. I can’t stand those Japanese cars.
Clap * Clap * Clap
any time the kitty is sick it sucks. mainly because they can’t just say “hey! i’m not feeling good!” so instead they pee on things. are they angry? or are they sick? how much is it worth to me to find out?
Well, maggie, I think you’ve got to ask yourself whether or not it’s worth it to have someone around who’s going to piss all over the place just because they’re angry at you.
That was pretty much the clincher that put grandpa in the home.
HAAAAAAAAAAAA, Sean.
Was that Grandpa Simpson?
Hey, I’ve done my part to do away with cat blogging…but nobody else seems to want to join in.
I was just kidding, Craig. Neither of my grandfathers has ever been in a rest home. One resides in a mausoleum (RIP), and the other still lives in the same house that he did when my dad was going to high school. He’s over 90, sharp as a tack, and hardly ever pisses in anger.
I know, dude. I was just kidding, too.
Rob.. I admit..I havent done much to fight Cat Blogging.. but I do really, REALLY enjoy your ‘Say Anything’ chicks.. and the pick of Jessica Simpson poppin caps with an M4 was paricularly nice.
Sean M –
Funniest blog comment I’ve seen all month.
Damn … I’m glad my pussy isn’t itchy. It’s dead.
Well, that explains the smell…
(shower sounds)
“Honey? Where’s the dead cat?”
“What?”
“WHERE’S THE DEAD CAT?”
“It’s in the soap dish, dear.”
“WHAT?”
“Yes, dear – there’s a whole dead cat in every bar of Dead Cat soap!…”
— Firesign Theatre
Spambuster: growing
Yes, it was tragic, really. I had to have it put down last year … it was a case of neglect, I’m sorry to say.
Hey.. Like pets but dont like dogs or cats.. and havent got a spare $5K to import your own Monkey like MJ ? Try a rabbit..
They dont jump all over you when you get home, or cover your face in sloppy, stinking, dripping dog licks..
They dont beg for scraps under the table or stick their nose in your date’s crotch..
They dont expect you to take them for walks.
They dont go out ‘horndogging’ at all hours of the night getting the neighborhood cats all howling and making that abandoned baby crying sound (that really freaks me out).
They dont hack up hairballs or eat neighborhood children.
They dont even make a sound except some low insensity growling.. and they cant scratch you worth a shit because they have tiny carny style front paws like a Tyranisaurus Rex.
They even use a catbox and if they should ‘have an accident on the floor’ .. you just sweep it up.. no gagging as you wipe it up with TP.
And finally when that baby rabbit grows up and the kids arent interested in it anymore.. they fry up pretty much like chickem.. mmm I threw in some taters and gravy and peas and that Flopsie was some good eaten. RIP Flopsie
Rob – You sure sh’e not a plumber?…
Aren’t there any good dating services up there, Diana?
Yeah, Sean, that was the funniest blog comment in a month. Unless you count the insane ramblings of bitter, lonely geeks, which, while unintentionally funny, are amusing nonetheless.
Craig … dude … I had no idea. Do you need someone to talk to?
Very nice, Bill. I bow to the master.
Fellas, please try to get along. I can’t stand to have my sparkling wit tear us apart any longer.
You call that sparkling wit??
Okay, Craig. I’ll just dip my dick in glitter, gold stars, and sequins, gouge out one of your eyes, and then skullfuck you.
Does that sparkle enough for you? Does it, Craig?
(I meant that in a prison way, not a gay way.)
(And by that last addendum, I meant the skullfucking. Classic prison power move.)
(But the sparkly, spangled dick, on the other hand–well, on reflection, that’s pretty darn gay.)
(Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)