THEY MIGHT ALL GET EATEN BY AN OWL.
A Shakespearian owl. Then the dying meerkat gives a soliloquy.
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THEY MIGHT ALL GET EATEN BY AN OWL.
A Shakespearian owl. Then the dying meerkat gives a soliloquy.
Then the dying meerkat gives a soliloquy.
A squeaky soliloquy.
Are you watching Season 1? It's like Henry the IV with weasels.
Isn't that redundant?
Seriously, this episode just ended with "and could place mother and daughter on a VICIOUS COLLISION COURSE." Roll credits.
Seriously, this episode just ended with "and could place mother and daughter on a VICIOUS COLLISION COURSE."
Since you are a Meerkat noob, I can helpfully point out that Flower and her daughters are always on a vicious collision course, that usually ends with one of the daughters (literally) getting her ass chewed out. Seriously, they have bald spots near their tails.
Sometimes though they get exiled and with no fellow meerkats to groom them, they become covered with ticks and die a sad, cold, anxious death. Poor Tosca.
You know what you should do? You should e-mail me that thing about the thing that got eated by my internets yesterday. Because I imagine I am feeling the same way about the thing as you, and you know how much I like validation.
You should e-mail me that thing about the thing that got eated by my internets yesterday. Because I imagine I am feeling the same way about the thing as you, and you know how much I like validation.
I'm seriously about two steps away from either posting about it in my LJ or in the original discussion. And then those people can just hate me more. But I will e-mail you.
Sometimes though they get exiled and with no fellow meerkats to groom them, they become covered with ticks and die a sad, cold, anxious death.
HORRIBLE SHOW.
HORRIBLE SHOW.
It's piteous when the exiled daughters lurk around the edge of the community, all tick-riddled and neurotic.
It's piteous when the exiled daughters lurk around the edge of the community, all tick-riddled and neurotic.
Good god! My family is modeled on meerkats!
And then those people can just hate me more. But I will e-mail you.
Yay! (But seriously, I think we're damned no matter what we do, unless we decide to do an "and now for something incredibly mediocre" update.)