Ow. I was out last night. I have the pain to prove it. Thank God for the all round gingerosity that is Carrot Top, the ginger love muffin. Gazing upon him is like taking a long cool drink of water with two or maybe three painkillers. Of course I will still take the real painkillers.
Matching colored arms as well. "Well I never".
ReplyDeleteIndeed, although he's wearing far too many clothes in this picture for us to enjoy the full matching wonder of him.
ReplyDeleteFar too tame FMC, we demand full-frontal ginger nudity!
ReplyDeleteGod Dammit Sheepie, don't you think if I had THAT I'd be on it like a kid on sherbet dip? Someday there will be a photo of a naked carrot top and my 'putor will explode from the drool and fabulosity of it all.
ReplyDeleteOf course, when that day comes all we'll be able to discern is a fluffy ginger pompom atop a mass of pink lumps.
ReplyDeleteHAWT pink lumps darling, get it right.
ReplyDeleteHe's like a poster boy for skin cancer in that pic.
ReplyDeleteGingers need sunscreen!
I'm not unconvinced home boy here isn't a sun-bed fan. It's shocking the lengths pale skinned folk will go to be darker, and daft as hell. Little miss Lohan is another one, various shades of murky red and brown, vile. Gingers should be proud and pale.
ReplyDeletePale is fine but its the blue and blotchy that gets me. Sun beds are not the way to go though.
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Indeed. How's the cat doing? Has it torn your house asunder?
ReplyDeleteI was amazed to find out he doesn't turn up in that film Hideous Kinky as the main protagonist.
ReplyDeleteHK? Wasn't that the one about the hippy commune? With Kate Winslet and Harvey Kitel? Or am I mixing it up?
ReplyDeleteAlrighty, happy beer o'clock to one and all - have a good weekend folks!
ReplyDeleteNearly nearly! Have a good one sheepie.
ReplyDeleteThe poor little cat attacks anyone who goes within 3 feet of him, it is not malicious though, he is just terrified. His back leg is fractured so he is not very mobile. He had free reign of the house but just cowers under furniture in a panic stricken frenzy. My Grandad told me to put him in a confined space for a while, until he calms down. I felt a bit bad but thought it best since he was just tearing about the place frightened. He is in the utility room as I type, sprawled across a spare duvet on the dryer. He seems quite content in there today and even let me rub him, only for a split second mind. I might get him something nice, fish in Superquinn maybe and bring him out later when the house is quiet.
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Is he in a cast? The bigger of the Cats broke his leg once, nightmare. He had to be cast twice after he managed to work the first one off. And he was on really strong painkilers too which made him pee like mand, but he couldn't use the litter tray because of the cast so I actually had to hold him over the toilet. Poor old thing, the indignity of it.
ReplyDeleteYep, he has a cast, they put a plastic thingy around his head but I took it off, he was having a nervous breakdown with it on. He really bites you hard when he is pissed off. My Gradadad is very knowledgeable about such thing having had to put up with my Grandmother and her mini cat entourage for 40 odd years. So he gave me a very thin paint tray to put litter on, the cat doesn’t have to clamber over an edge as such he uses it fine, which is odd. The other thing is, despite his ruff appearance his coat is spotless, I really hope I haven’t kidnapped any bodies cat.
ReplyDeleteGinger Day is turning into a legend? curiosity? in my office. I had already seen this pic because my mother printed it out this morning, and it was waiting on my desk.
ReplyDeleteBeen meaning to ask, FMC-
Have you noticed that Clay Aiken seems to be a Ginger-Wanna-Be these days? Run his name through google images, and let me know what you think.
ciao-
Kathleen
nonny do you live with your entire familiy in a caravan or something?
ReplyDeleteFor the life of me I cannot remember leaving that comment. I took a sleeping tablet last night and was a bit woozy with it this morning. Shit. Now I'm freaked out about what other crap i've written elsewhere. Aaargh!
ReplyDeleteSweet suffering baby marmalade, The Clay is a peculiar colour isn't he? Beige ginger. I don't know Kathleen. He worries me. I think he could be a plant.
ReplyDeleteSam, daft duck, but really, which film is it?
Nonny, you could ring around some of the pounds maybe? Leave a description of him and see if anyone is looking for him.
Paul, don't be rude. Uncalled for.