Goat in pants, cute.

My god, woman, what kind of sicko are you?

As a story, I mean. I already said it was traumatic, but as a story, it's all three-billy-goats-gruff.

Wasn't there a musical with singing dancing cockroaches?

On Edit - Joe's Apartment

Squirrel.

Updates Ginger's special Injuries & Incidents file with many exclamation points and interrobangs and much underlining.

Today I suddenly wanted custom plates reading "OMGWTF." Or maybe "WTFBBQ." It was a startling impulse.

I have recently seed Quidditch plates, but I can't remember how they were spelt. Involved a "W." And "HIJK MNO" which I'm torn on -- twee? Charming? Cute? Too clever? I suppose it all depends on the name of the owner.

wee fists of Quidditch?

But they just make me feel badly. I know there's an educational trade-off, and that we learn things to help protect species, but seeing the big cats behind fences, and the apes in cages just feels so wrong to me. It feels like exploitation.

While visiting my local zoo once, I was standing outside the primate exhibit while a stupic, unwashed hick was laughing and taunting an obviously upset male chimpanzee. It made me physically ill. The guy was a complete ass and the poor chimp was pounding the glass in frustration.

I kept wanting the yell at the guy that the chimp was the more evolved primate, but the docent quietly made him move on before I lost it.

While I appreciate that zoos are now fully immersed in conservation and preservation, I still can't help but be a little sad when I go.

There's a guy on my street whose plates read EDDIBLE. I guess the second D comes from Eddie?

Also I had a neighbor years ago whose vanity plate took me FOREVER to realize what it was. For the longest time I thought it was an Arabic name or something. IMAQT. Sometimes I'm not that bright.

I had a roach crawl up my skirt once. So I took it off.

I've had a myriad of things in my cleavage, but no mammals or avians.

My baby nephew is growing up! My brother just related this story. Dominic was with his mom at her parents'. C is his grandma, Andrew is Dom's 16 year old uncle.

" PJ's mom was in their front yard, as Andrew climbed the tree he was not supposed to.

  C: "A -get out of that tree!"  

A : "?" pause:  

C: "Andrew get out of that fucking TREE!!!"  

The little boy who snuck up behind her:  

"Dru-Out of Fukin Twee!!!"  

When PJ told me about this I was rolling, just because I know PJ's mom is completely embarrassed, thinking that she has poisoned our son's innocent ears and doomed him to become a sailor. I told PJ to tell her mom that I was going to tell my mom(which I will)."  

We're so proud!

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