Mrs Spat! Doodlebury Pumpkinpie Detritus! Help! Go fetch the Frau Doktorin!
She's on the phone to her brother, and has quite forgotten that she tied me down here in the playroom for the pit-&-the-pendulum game! Double helpings of catfood if you fetch her RIGHT NOW!!
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Smut Clyde is many many helpings of potential cat food.
If he would just stop squirming.
You can see the urgency on their fuzzy faces.
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It is very short sighted to kill the cat-food dispenser just for the transient joy of eating the cat-food dispenser.
fuck, is ANYBODY really surprised that Smut Clyde bites it during some twisted, violent, semi-consensual sex game through a weak implementation of "safe, sane, consensual"?
I will miss the BOC lyrics though. Also, he never got the chance to tell me how fucked up my blog is.
I'm sure that I would think the blog was fucked up, had I been invited to view it.
It seems as if it is both simultaneously fucked up and not fucked up at all - I believe it is actually Schroedinger's Blog.
And you cannot measure it's fuckedupedness and it's other bloggy attribute with precision, so I've concluded it is Heisenberg's blog.
I chose to ask not what a fucked up blog could do for me, therefore it must be Kennedy's blog.
It seems apparent that making a blog is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery; it cannot be so refined, so leisurely and gentle, so temperate, kind, courteous, restrained and magnanimous, so therefore it must be fucked up. And then I knew. It was Mao's blog...
Smut should really have gone for the Electric-Can-Opener Play. THEN THE KITTIES WOULD COME.
WV says someone's a strapho.
(Maybe the "ph" is pronounced "eff.")
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