Huh. Hec posted a picture of a hairless cat.
Anyway, nice pictures!
I'm a big girl. Just tell me.
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tommyrot - Aug 10, 2005 7:59:29 pm PDT #5763 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
DavidS - Aug 10, 2005 8:00:45 pm PDT #5764 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Hec posted a picture of a hairless cat.
It's a very nice cat.
Lee - Aug 10, 2005 8:08:52 pm PDT #5765 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hairless cats aren't cats.
Daisy Jane - Aug 10, 2005 8:10:53 pm PDT #5766 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
It's a very nice cat.
I hear this to the tune of "He's a very nice prince"
DavidS - Aug 10, 2005 8:18:07 pm PDT #5767 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Hairless cats aren't cats.
The interesting thing about Ripley is that she doesn't know she is hairless or freaky, so she's just catlike. She's not worried about it, despite your harsh prejudice.
Trudy Booth - Aug 10, 2005 8:37:05 pm PDT #5768 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Pfft. There's no need to treat me any differently. 'Sir' will do fine.
Right-o, Sir Mugsy.
Emily - Aug 10, 2005 8:38:02 pm PDT #5769 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
He's a prince who prepares.
Daisy Jane - Aug 10, 2005 8:41:52 pm PDT #5770 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
See, Emily loves me.
Gris - Aug 10, 2005 8:42:18 pm PDT #5771 of 10001
Hey. New board.
C'mon, Emily, don't run next time. Dude's hot, and pitch stains don't come out of slippers, no matter their material.
Lee - Aug 10, 2005 8:42:43 pm PDT #5772 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
She's not worried about it, despite your harsh prejudice.
Doesn't matter. Still not a cat.