Labels: He doth rock doth he not?
posted by fatmammycat at 9:33 a.m.
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion. I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times. Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate. I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.
21 Comments:
Matching colored arms as well. "Well I never".
Indeed, although he's wearing far too many clothes in this picture for us to enjoy the full matching wonder of him.
Far too tame FMC, we demand full-frontal ginger nudity!
God 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.
Of course, when that day comes all we'll be able to discern is a fluffy ginger pompom atop a mass of pink lumps.
HAWT pink lumps darling, get it right.
He's like a poster boy for skin cancer in that pic.
Gingers 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.
Pale is fine but its the blue and blotchy that gets me. Sun beds are not the way to go though.
Nonny
Indeed. How's the cat doing? Has it torn your house asunder?
I was amazed to find out he doesn't turn up in that film Hideous Kinky as the main protagonist.
HK? Wasn't that the one about the hippy commune? With Kate Winslet and Harvey Kitel? Or am I mixing it up?
Alrighty, happy beer o'clock to one and all - have a good weekend folks!
Nearly nearly! Have a good one sheepie.
The 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.
Nonny
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.
Yep, 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.
Ginger 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.
Been 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?
For 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!
Sweet 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.
Sam, 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.
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