Kittens and Goths. There should always be an 'and.'
You just have to marvel at the sheer level of stupid some people manage to climb down to. I mean think about it, what kind of brain do you require to get up in the morning look at a bunch of kittens your cat had and then 'bingo' a dim bulb flickers on over head and you think, 'I know, I'll pierce their ears and tails and whatever and call them 'gothkittens' and that will be a very good idea.'
Seriously. And yet I can't own a gun.
Labels: rum based lateness.
posted by fatmammycat at 11:32 a.m.
20 Comments:
EEEEK! That is abuse, plain and simple. These people need to be put to sleep.
I know, poor litte buggers, what a stupid thing to do.
Oh only some more hours to go and that's me done for Christmas. Why does it feel so slow!
Oh I'd give those folks piercings in places they didn't know could be pierced.
You have to imagine they'd be too stupid to notice. Although a bull ring maybe.
* checks watch, cries a little at how slow time is moving today*
Rummy night, was it?
Some rum was drunk, yes.
Although no kebabs were eaten.
A moderate and restrained night, then. It's been an easygoing 2am after 2am hereabouts, but then the day starts a bit late-ish. Are the hands coming off the rummy reins later?
I doubt it, I suspect I will light the fire, pour a glass of Baileys and settle into my chair for the evening. The paramour's meeting some chaps, and judging from his face earlier today that seems to be more work than he anticipated.
You out later?
Night in this evening. I might get into the port, just so as the liver's not caught unprepared on the big day.
That's the way, lay good foundations and the house won't fall.
* eyes up Baileys bottle*
Those poor kittehs!
Animals and children - people should have to pass exams and apply for licenses to have them - that's what I reckon anyway
Oh, wouldn't it be lovely to snuggle up on the couch with a glass of the Green Spot I brought home for Spouse... Alas, all I can do is have my half a Guinness and pray I make it to the next commercial before I have to pee again...
We went in for the ultrasound this morning to check out fingers and toes (pics at my place if you're into that sort of thing), and seeing a little half-pound baby squirming around in my nether regions was pretty satisfying, so I shouldn't complain TOO much.
It's horrible, and the worst part is the owner doesn't seem to get why people are pissed at her.
Grims! I'll be right over.
I still haven't figured out how they pierced the cats' tails.
I agree with lulu.
I am spitting bile reading this, there are some thick and demented people in this world who should be put down. This woman should never ever be allowed to have any pets again as long as she lives, the sadistic bi*t*h
I can own a gun. Just point me.
(Air fare and Airport Security might be issues though.)
Oh for fuck's sake.
PETA happens to be the biggist bunch of idiots around hide your pets from them
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