The kitten on his back has a certain "I'm a freak! And it's fuckin' great!" vibe.
Also, "Don't worry. I will eat your children."
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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The kitten on his back has a certain "I'm a freak! And it's fuckin' great!" vibe.
Also, "Don't worry. I will eat your children."
The ones in the circle are disturbed that we may have overheard them plotting our doom.
Joe is SOOOO mean!
No camel. No kitten.
Humph.
We went to a fair last weekend and went to the rabbit and cavy exhibit. Most of the rabbits were in hutches, but there was an exhibit with brand new baby bunnies, too. Their hutches were behind glass. Most of the babies (all with their mamas) were between 1 and three weeks old, I think.
But in this one hutch, the babies were flopped in an actual pile, all half atop each other. There were at least 3, possibly four of them. We were all dying of the cute already, when the little one toward the back of the flop pile climbed exactly on top of his siblings and fell right back to sleep.
Oh dear.
A coworker got Joe Paterno's name wrong in a presentation.
For CrazyBigBoss.
At Penn State.
To the Board.
Attended by Mrs. Paterno.
We're bracing for impact!
Happy Birthday, Matt and megan walker!!!
And from the link back a ways, on the Norwegian exhibit on homosexuality in animals:
Among theories, males can sometimes win greater acceptance in a pack by having homosexual contact. That in turn can help their chances of later mating with females, he said.
And a thousand slashfen cried out, "Oh hell yeah!"
Happy Birthday Cashmere!
Happy Birthday Megan!
Brenda, if you have any deceased relatives that the office is unaware of, now might be a good time to be unexpectedly called away to their imaginary funeral...
How can you get Joe Paterno's name wrong? Call him Bob?
Holy hell. My trip came within minutes of getting cancelled because of a boarding fuckup. Not mine, they gave me bad and wrong info. So I stood there with a distressed cat and made them call around to find a spot. Which we did. But poor Mister Kitty had to drive around for an hour tonight. He does not like. But no puke or pee or poop. So.
I'm crashing now. Going to eat my burger, watch some tv, toss some stuff into a bag and hope like hell I can get to the train station tomorrow.