When I lived in an apartment that had a door that opened directly outside, Senor Sock would often try to escape. Once when it was below zero out, he was waiting by the door for his chance to get out when I came home. I held the door open for him and he walked about a foot outside the door before deciding that inside was better....
Being a Devon Rex, he had much less fur than the usual cat....
you know you need but say the word and and I will fuck his shit up.
Right behind you with a handfull of smite. Or, you know, we could take turns.
you know you need but say the word and and I will fuck his shit up.
And I'll help dispose of evidence.
Kristin, I'm sorry this med isn't working for you.
::joins the homicidal cuddle pile::
you know you need but say the word and and I will fuck his shit up.
Oooh, say the word. Say the word!!!
Or, we could just leave this for a future F2F event...
::joins the homicidal cuddle pile::
Women of the world; you have a new nickname.
Wha? Joe wasn't around and someone had to say it.
Joe's probably around, he's just, um, occupied thinking abou the HCP
juliana, I give you this from L after a night out seeing Waitress and singing karaoke to The Dixie Chicks.
"Man, it would be soooooo much easier if all the shitheads
would
just up and be named Earl."
Oh good, so let's blame Joe and say nothing more about it...
::whistles innocently::