How's things peeps?
Keith Olbermann is erika's BFF and P-Cow's crying about his mouse.
Saffron: You won't tell anyone about me breaking down? Mal: I won't. Saffron: Then I won't tell anyone how easily I got your gun out of your holster. Mal: I'll take that as a kindness.
'Trash'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
DavidS - Nov 05, 2006 8:39:19 pm PST #54 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
DavidS - Nov 05, 2006 8:41:04 pm PST #55 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
To be honest, I'm wanting to cry just at the thought of killing it.
You're not obliged to kill it. You can just feed it peanut butter and name it Sherman. It's not like it's a cockroach. It's just a gerbil with tail pattern baldness.
tommyrot - Nov 05, 2006 8:42:01 pm PST #56 of 10004
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
To be honest, I'm wanting to cry just at the thought of killing it.
Well, then you should shoo it into a box or something. (Do you have a broom to do the shooing?) Then you can set it free outside or something.
Sean K - Nov 05, 2006 8:43:55 pm PST #57 of 10004
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Don't kill the little guy, P-C. Do the trap-it-in-a-box thing.
David, how's the wee noisemaker?
Polter-Cow - Nov 05, 2006 8:45:33 pm PST #58 of 10004
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
About how high could a mouse scramble up? I need to find a box tall enough.
Trudy Booth - Nov 05, 2006 8:51:04 pm PST #59 of 10004
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
Sunil, you can get one of those humane traps tomorrow.
Say, if we're talking about musicians we never should have liked I can casually mention making out with Leif Garrett...
DavidS - Nov 05, 2006 8:52:10 pm PST #60 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
David, how's the wee noisemaker?
Squawky, grunty. Her two most common names around the house these days are Fussa and Gruntalina. Still cute though! For at least fifteen minutes after she's just been fed.
About how high could a mouse scramble up?
They're fairly agile. I'm sure he could climb on your bookshelf and jump on your head. Or perhaps jump onto your face while you're sleeping. You'd better sleep under a mosquito net. Or possibly hook counterweights to your arms and set them to wave your arms around in your sleep all night long to fend off wee rodent attacks.
Best not to sleep at all. Get a badminton racket, hunch yourself in a corner and drive yourself mad with sleep deprivation muttering "three blind mice" under your breath and then screaming the part about cutting their tails off. That'll scare him.
Cass - Nov 05, 2006 8:52:18 pm PST #61 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Wow, I'm going to make a terrible husband.Not if you marry a cat.
And there are ways to get meece out of your heese that don't kill.
DavidS - Nov 05, 2006 8:53:22 pm PST #62 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
...or you know one of those humane traps.
tommyrot - Nov 05, 2006 8:56:04 pm PST #63 of 10004
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
They're fairly agile. I'm sure he could climb on your bookshelf and jump on your head. Or perhaps jump onto your face while you're sleeping. You'd better sleep under a mosquito net. Or possibly hook counterweights to your arms and set them to wave your arms around in your sleep all night long to fend off wee rodent attacks.
Hec is mean.
Once I woke up from a nap to find my cat walking on my head. Turns out there was a mouse between the futon and the wall, a few inches from my head, and my cat was walking all over my head trying to get it. That was the time I got rid of the wounded but still alive mouse. Unfortunatly, my cat didn't see me get rid of it, so he spent the next few hours franticly trying to find the mouse again.