summons!Amps
I have two amp for sale.
The smaller one is a Kustom KBA16 – $30
The bigger one is a Dinosaur – $50
“OK, here’s the $80 for the amps.”
“Great – they’re right over there.”
“Say, is that dog friendlARRRRGGGGHGHHHHHH!!”
“Good boy, Fluffy! That’s $480 this week!”
Thanks for the link, Bianchi Sound!
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Sparky had been warned about playing ‘Black Dog’ five times in a row…
So what’s the rehoming fee for the “Resident Evil” puppy?
Oh, you couldn’t afford it. It’s an arm and a leg. Maybe some spinal column.
Pyramid Head has attachment issues to inside-out puppy. I doubt he could be convinced to give the pup up.
Having not played the Resident Evil games, I assume this is a reference to some one in the game. That said, the first thing that popped into my mind when reading ‘pyramid head’ was ‘Triangle Man’ and now I have inadvertently gained an earworm for today.
WARNING: The following image is rather disturbing, as it is a very accurate depiction of Pyramid head. If you’re generally squeamish or have small children around you do not click it.
Pyramid Head
EDIT: Also, when you eventually come for a visit, we’ll have to have you sit down and play the silent hills. Most of them are good stuff; especially Silent Hill 2.
What? No cute baby seals?
Hey! Usually when you do that, we click the link and find a picture of baby ocelots or something. No fair! 🙂
Sorry guys, maybe I should have included corey tags or something.
Also Pyrmid Head
It must be difficult to find a hat that fits.
He could always wear an orange traffic cone. That’s stylish right? In fact, I have a hunch someone has already done it in a haute couture show.
These are pretty fantastic!
Shoes for the sexy bumblebee in your life.
Re: Lara
Ow! My eyes!!
Eyes? Looks more like a scheme to net a podiatrist a luxury vacation . . .
I didn’t know there were hooker bees.
@Lara – that picture made me happy. 🙂
@gc – Sure, “‘worker’ bee” is just a euphemism. Bees are surprisingly liberal; they mostly affect ignorance of the dark underbelly of hive-life to fit in with their puritanical WASP neighbours.
OMG! Thank you, Lara, my life is now complete. With these shoes I can participate in the long-dreamed-of Joni Mitchell cosplay wherein I am the “Big Yellow Taxi,” since I really do believe that they have paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
So Pastor was right: Listening to rock music really does summon demons.
Hey, I know that guy! He’s in the same Spectral Animal Bowling League as me! Plays for the Black Shucks, I think.
Eyes that shine, white not red,
Dreams of you all through my head.
*FM, jamming down on air guitar, makes required rock faces*
Don’t care if that pup eats my hand,
Gonna get my amps, be a happy man.
I don’t know but I’ve been told
White-eyed dog ain’t got no soul.
*finishes up with a flourish, sets guitar on fire, jumps into crowd to surf / loses zoo issue diaper in the process / runs from the men in white coats, screaming “I’M SHOWING THEM MY ZOSO!!!!”*
I wanna party with you, FM.
Rock me, rock me, rock me Sexy Monkey!
You flung all your poo, so now you get funky!
Come on over, it’s BYOB.*
I saw Robert Plant in concert in the 90’s, t’was AWESOME. Ties with the Eagles for the best concert I’ve been to. I’m getting all jiggy with it at my desk with Black Dog running thru my head.
*Bring your own bananas.
“I’M SHOWING THEM MY ZOSO!!!!”
I must find a way to work this into conversation.
I would love to be part of that conversation. Nobody ever has these conversations with me.
Based on all of our conversations here, I’m half fearful, half eager for a YSaC BBQ one day.
I have those sorts of conversations
with myselfall the time.Isn’t that what we do on FB? (Lara, do we know you on FB?)
I sent a request to join the group.
Basement dog says all your rock are belong to us.
And your souls.
and I et all ur tunes lolz
Kustom Dinosaur. That is all.
I want my kustom dinosaur to be equipped with the power to fly and sing opera. It should also be rust resistant and able to write a coherent Craigslist ad.
D’aww. It’s Zuul as a puppy!
NO ZUUL! BAD! We do NOT possess customers!
What about reposession?
Only if they’re the gatekeeper.
I am the keymaster!
I would like my eggs to fry themselves on the counter. Not only would I have fried eggs all the time but it would be an awesome ice breaker. At least after you got past the whole monster in the refrigerator thing it would be.
I think it’s repression, Lola. Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I’m being repressed!
Ok, weird synchronicity, was talking to a young graduate student last night. Had to explain Monty Python as a comedic reference; but did not have to explain Rule 34.
Infammable pudding for Tea.
I am glad you are educating that student about Monty Python. No education is complete without them. Plus they show you that you can have an advanced degree and still get paid for slapping someone with a fish. In fact, I think they were more qualified to slap each other with fish.
It’s the GRIM!
Or maybe just Sirius Black.
Ah, you beat me to the Harry Potter reference!
My first thought was The Nothing from “The Neverending Story.”
Scary! *hides*
MORG! My niece always dives under the couch during the Morg part. She watches that movie over and over and over again. She has gotten under the couch cushions during that part.
Warning,
Never use your dog as an extension cord, it makes him MAD!
This is a good motto for all dog owners.
Also FYI, cats make lousy surge protectors.
Mostly because they’re likely to just get up and walk away when they get hungry.
Now guess what’s in my head? A picture of my siamese with her tail plugged into a socket and lamps and alarm clocks and computers plugged into her nipples.
And where are our resident artists when we need them?
Cowering in the corner?
Bitchin’ amps!
This is Cerberus’ lesser known kid sister, Cerberil, Guardian of the River Amp.
That’s a nice amp set. But, does it come with the woofer?
Bwahahahahahahahah! I just now got it! 3 hours later (I am a blonde, you just can’t tell from my avatar).
Yeah, your gravitar makes you look like a redhead. 8)
I don’t know whether to respond by slamming your appearance, or by boosting my ego by complimenting MY appearance. I shall take the high road, Windy.
mumble
mumble
(stupid duck)
(make a good stew with dumplings)
mumble mumble
🙂
I’m a brunette but I can claim to have slammed my car door on my own head. I should be an honorary member.
:waves:
Hello, fellow blonde chick!
:does Secret Blonde Handshake with funky:
*returns shake*
It’s a hard life, and no one really appreciates our struggle. Think of all the things that Blondes have made possible/necessary: Safety goggles, detailed instructions on shampoo and conditioner bottles, all warning labels. The entire “_____ For Dummies” series. All those signs that show stick figures falling down stairs and slipping in something wet.
It’s a disability. I should be able to sit at home and draw a check. That would have helped out when I got fired from my job in the banana factory for throwing away all the bent bananas.
PS: Hey, Ghostie, you gotta start coming to the yearly picnics. We’re having better crowds now that everyone has GPS.
I got fired from my first job because I kept trying to iron the curly fries straight. I tried to fix them but then there was the whole “I’ve been poisoned with permed potatoes!” scare, so it was for the best.
I actually have a GPS! Mom gave me Yoda* for Christmas one year so I would stop getting lost every time I tried to go somewhere. It has been partially sucessful.
Have you been getting the newsletter? I got an envelope last week with a Post-it inside, it just had “Sorry, I forgot how to write.” written on it.
*I call it Yoda because I programmed it to sound like Yoda.
I’ve boycotted their newsletter after buying some seeds they advertisized that were a big let down. I planted them and I fertilized and watered them and NOTHING. Have you ever bought a brand of donut seeds called Cheerios? Well, don’t! HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT!!
*Late to the party blonde* Aloha! Hey if either of you could sign me up to this newsletter, that’d be great. I tried the online sign-up sheet but I made a couple of mistakes and now there’s twink* all over my screen. Ta muchly!
*White-out? Liquid paper? Whatever you all call it, the white-magic no-more-stupid-stuff.
Slightly OT: Any thoughts on what kind of dog this is? (Aside from, clearly, infernal.)
My parents have had a succession of Schipperkes over the years. Being well-acquainted with them and their appearance in photographs, that’s my vote.
http://www.nextdaypets.com/directory/breeds/images/1100230.jpg
And for the “Awwwww!” factor, a puppy. The neighborhood children called our first one “the little bear dog.”
http://static.gotpetsonline.com/pictures-gallery/dog-pictures-breeders-puppies-rescue/schipperke-pictures-breeders-puppies-rescue/pictures/schipperke-0021.jpg
*squints closely at the picture, studies the size of the speakers, the dog’s vaguely outlined anatomy, and the side of the outlet behind the dog.*
German Sheppard Lab mix. It’s too big for a Schipperke. This is probably a dog about 40 to 50 pounds. If your Schipp is 50 pounds, we need to talk diet. One of the Techs here had a Shep/Lab mix that looked a lot like this… minus the evil gleam in the eyes.
My parents’ current Schip is purebred, but bigger than regulation (a Shaq Schip, if you will – he’s not even fat, just extremely large frame), so that may skew my size perception; also I wasn’t totally sure exactly how large the amps are. Shep/black Lab looks very reasonable. *makes note never to answer ad with that description*
ETA: The NYPD has a couple of all-black Sheps (really nice-looking dogs) that they use for bomb and drug detection – this could just be a purebred, pure-black German Shepherd.
That’s true, it could be. Hard to know without shining some light on the dog… but I think that’ll make it go ballistic and I’d rather not have it come out from behind the protective Amp-Shield it has there.
They must be playing some Phil Spector Wall-of-Sound stuff there, if that’s what’s keeping him back.
oh, lookit da cute liddle bear puppy… who’s da cutest…
::melts into a puddle of baby talk::
I share your weakness for cute liddle bear puppies. Unfortunately, my cute liddle bear puppy takes full advantage of this.
I’m convinced my cat actively works at being cute so that he gets away with things.
A couple of times a month, at our house, at night, everybody’s almost asleep, all the lights are off. We hear a big WHAM! CRASH! BREAK! CRAP HITTING THE FLOOR!!! SCATTER!
When I get in the kitchen there’s a huge puddle/pile of goo/food/trash/fire/unidentified mess in the middle of the floor, all 3 cats are in the kitchen within a yard of the mess. Looking at me with the Puss-in-Boots-from-Shrek look on their faces – you know the big liquid pupil look. All. Damned. Three. Of them.
If I raise my voice and threaten them, they turn and slowly walk away with this injured or arrogant look on their faces (“you ain’t gonna do SQUAT to me”) and give that pet cat tail twitch that is the equivalent of humans giving the middle finger. You know what I’m talking about.
Any loud noise that wakes me up in the middle of the night doesn’t elicit an “AHH! Burglars!” response, but more of a “What did they break this time?” feeling.
I swear my cat is remodeling the bathroom in the middle of the night.
“Mr. Holmes, they were the amps of a gigantic hound!”
oooo, do they have phosphorescence too? That’s a major sell point I would think. [OT] My niece and I were looking at why fireflies glow the other day on the computer and we found mushrooms that glow. They are so cool looking. One of the comments (there were a grand total of two) was a guy saying he wanted to light his house with the mushrooms. I suspect he doesn’t have very much human interaction, particularly of the female kind. [/OT]
Coolest example of bioluminescence I’ve seen is the bioluminscent algae found in certain parts of the world like Australia. I recall a video of a wading pool full of the algae at some vacation resort, but I can’t seem to Google up a video of it.
I love the word bioluminescence. It beasts the word festering hands down.
That is so cool Mindfield! Thanks for the link, I’ll show it to my niece the next time I see her.
You can also grow your own –
http://www.instructables.com/id/Grow-Your-Own-Bioluminescent-Algae/
I love DIY projects!!!!
Did I miss my “beasts” typo? Must have been Freudian.
Growing it would be awesome but I think my brother and sister-in-law wouldn’t appreciate it when they came home and found their child growing algae in the kiddie pool out back. They already have problems with mold inside of the walls in the house they just bought.
I love that Mindfield used “Google up” in a sentence.
Lara, or maybe just too many mushrooms of a different kind.
Comment awaiting moderation? All I did was speculate about the origin of the dog!
Must be the puppy link. 8)
You live on the edge, Lola. Puppies are very edgy. Especially the one in this ad. Watch your step. Squished puppies aren’t so edgy, they are more blobby.
I approved it, it should be here any minute.
Zuck’s minions no doubt, for suggesting their Sith might make a decent breakfast spread.
Lola – I’d accept “awaiting moderation” – thrice today (or maybe it was just 3 times) I typed out a comment, clicked ‘submit’, and got the following message from WordPress. “You are posting too quickly – slow down.”
I know I’m not posting too quickly. I don’t type that fast. I’m more of a half-fast typist.
Anyway, I gave up and waited until the evening to post. I know I had a GREAT comment, but you all missed it today.
*rats*
“A Dog of Slanders”
“Fancied yourself a rock star, did you?” it said.
Furk was paralyzed with terror. It couldn’t be real, none of this could be real. But it seemed so real. This had to be a trip. He knew he shouldn’t have had the pharmaceutical sampler platter. He wasn’t even sure what all it came with. Magic mushrooms marinated in lysergic acid diethylamide, he knew, plus some heroin and maybe salvia divinorum and some other unidentified pills like a side of baked beans. But he took them all, and now this … this nightmare. “Uh … I … I guess?” he stammered.
“You guess?” it roared, its impossibly black body almost convulsing with rage, though its quartet of paws bearing vicious, razor-sharp claws dug firmly into the steamy stone to give it solid purchase.
“Yes!” Furk yelped, startled by the thing’s sudden outburst. “Yes, I am a rock star!”
Its stout, barrel chest started to shake, growing in intensity as it began to emit a laugh dripping with menace, each of its trio of heads laughing independently giving the impression of a small group mocking him. The pointed, dripping teeth in each of its heads looked capable of tearing the flesh from every one of his bones all at once. “You mean, you were a rock star,” it said at length when it was able to bring its dark mirth under control.
“I don’t … what … what do you mean?” Furk stumbled over his tongue; he wondered if it was possible to die from sheer fright.
Once again, the thing began to laugh, more uproariously this time, though only the middle head did the talking. “You have no idea, do you?” it said, trying to suppress recurring giggle fits. Suddenly, it smiled with all three mouths. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Cerberus, guardian of the entrance to hell.” It bowed then — an odd-looking gesture coming from a three-headed dog.
“Hell? What…”
“You’re dead.” Cerberus said, this time without a trace of mirth. Noticing Furk’s expression, he continued. “Oh, come, now. You didn’t think you could handle all those drugs, did you? That was enough to fell a herd of elephants.”
Furk was trying to fight about a dozen emotions all at once. “But … I … we had a deal.”
“You and Hades?”
“Y…yes. The devil.”
“Did the deal include him resurrecting you if you did something stupid and died?”
That caught Furk off guard. “I … don’t know.”
Cerberus shook his heads. “No, of course you don’t. Because you’re an idiot. That’s why he chose you to make a deal with. He knew you’d take it, and he knew in your lust for fame and wealth that you wouldn’t read too far into it.”
“But … he said I had seven years,” Furk said weakly.
“Assuming you didn’t get yourself killed in the mean time. He just gave you the tools you needed to live those seven years successfully. He didn’t tell you how you should use them.”
It was beginning to sink in to Furk’s head. “So…”
“So,” Cerberus remarked snidely. “You were stupid and you died, and here we are.”
“I can’t be. I … just can’t.”
Cerberus rolled his six eyes. “Didn’t we just cover this?”
“No, no,” Furk insisted, still in denial. “No, there has to be a way to stop this, to get back.”
Cerberus chuckled. “What do you think this is, Hollywood? You think you can challenge Hades to a fiddle-off or a hand of poker? Think you’ll find some loophole in the contract? It doesn’t work that way, moron. You made a deal with the devil, you died, now you’re in his house. Get used to it.”
“No!” Furk shouted, growing frustrated despite, or perhaps because of his fear. He still didn’t even know if any of this was real, though it was probably best to treat it as if it were, and it didn’t seem unreasonable to believe that there was a way out of it. Was it? No, it couldn’t be. He couldn’t afford to think otherwise. He really didn’t know — well, anything about hell, or this Cerberus beast, but it seemed to have an intellect, and where there was intellect, there was a way to best it. He just had to be smarter than Cerberus somehow, right?
“Look,” Cerberus said, looking impatient. “I’m not here to debate with you. I just guard the gates and wanted to make sure you knew your place in the scheme of things down here, but it’s time you passed over.” With one paw, he gestured toward the fiery arch some distance behind him.
There was no way in hell he was going through those gates. Mentally, shot through with a swell of mania, he chuckled at that statement. He was already in hell, or just outside the gates, anyway, which he suppose meant he was in some kind of neighboring suburb. Heck County, maybe. The District of Darn. Fiddlestickton. Shucksville. Furk began to chuckle aloud. He could feel his mind slipping.
Cerberus sighed. “Look, I haven’t got all day, I’ve got things to do, can we move this along, please?”
But then the idea struck him. The memory was spotty and blanketed in a thick haze of booze and narcotics, but it was there. The party was at his buddy Parp’s, and he recalled Parp teasing him with the dog, trying to get the dog to bite him on the ass by–
“Dude, I have an appointment with a groomer in twenty minutes, move it!” Cerberus intoned ominously.
Yes. He remembered, now. “Treat?” Furk cooed in a hushed but excited tone.
Cerberus raised an eyebrow. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Furk reached into his back pockets and pulled out two dog biscuits, one in each hand. He held them out in front of him tantalizingly. “Treat?” he repeated in a more enthusiastic tone.
“You–” Cerberus started, but the heads on either side suddenly perked up and began to pant in anticipation.
“Go get ’em!” Furk shouted excitedly as he threw the biscuits wide to either side of Cerberus.
For his part, Cerberus seemed to realize what was happening. “Shit.”
The dog biscuits arced gracefully out to the sides. As Cerberus’ middle head was projecting his loathing toward Furk, the other two heads, eager for the treats, dashed off in opposite directions to try and go after the flying morsels. Such was their exuberance and single-minded determination that they quite literally tore themselves in half. Blood and viscera spilled out as Cerberus’ body split fairly down the middle and slumped to the ground in a blossoming pool of its own mortality.
The middle head, its life quickly running out, shot Furk one last look of undiluted hate. “Asshole,” it gasped, and then passed on to — well, come to think of it, where did one’s soul go from here?
—
The light took longer to acclimate to the blinding lights than the beeping of the machines he was hooked up to, but eventually he was able to resolve indistinct blobs, which in turn cleared up to reveal his band mates hovering around his bed.
“Hey, mate,” Burney, his guitarist, said. “Good to see you back among the living.”
“Yeah,” Stummy said — that was his drummer. “It was pretty touch and go there for a while, but it looks like you pulled through. Good thing — I didn’t think anyone could have survived after taking as many drugs as you did. That was just crazy, man.”
“Yeah,” Burney said. “Could’t believe it, you really worried us.”
“Well,” Furk said weakly. “At least I made it, right?”
“Yeah,” Stummy said. “Funny thing though, all last night you kept mumbling about your dog.”
Furk began to remember the nightmare. Worst one he ever had. “Yeah, I think I was having a bad dream.”
“It’s alright, mate,” Burney said. “He’s fine, but he’s worried about you, too.”
Furk felt an icy shard of fear shoot through him. “What?”
“Your dog,” Stummy said. “you know, black lab? Answers to ‘Kerbie?’ He was whining the whole time, but I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you walk out of here.”
The shard became a spear. “I don’t have a dog.”
Once again, freaky puppy, you show your considerable talents at eliciting shivers of fear.
Most excellent.
The dog is plugged into the light socket behind it so it can charge up. It’s kind of like the Chevy Volt except it’s hairier and has sharp teeth. When it’s fully charged it will find some small children to eat.
Ahhh, no! I refer you to HamCan’s post above re dogs as extension cords.
If his eyes are still lit that means he’s not finished charging, right?
I saw Hamcan’s post but my hypothesis is not that the dog is used as an extension cord but instead that the dog requires electricity to eat small children so he plugs into the nearest socket.
EDIT: I need to go to the corner for that I think. I said socket.
BTW, I love the quote of the day!!
I must share this facebook ad that I got today because it awesomely bad. It’s titled We Rainbow Ralph Like You and the text is We rainbow ralph like you rainbow ralph in the glorious spectrum of refracted light. It tickles! Get rainbow ralph action. Click it.” I want rainbow ralph action. I need to work that into a conversation like Lola wants to do with FM’s Zoso declaration.
Last time I rainbow ralphed was at a party where I had entirely too much to drink.
Was that the party where you played the clown? They rainbow ralph all the time.
http://www.threadless.com/product/282/The_Morning_After/tab,guys/style,shirt
My friend just made Skittles vodka. I believe a ‘rainbow ralph’ is in his immediate future.
“I not only heart you, Ralph; I kitten-face you! No … I rainbow you! I want to tell the whole world that I rainbow Ralph! I’m even willing to take an ad out on Facebook to that effect.”
For Lara and FM:
Zoso rainbow ralph to your heart’s content! Do it in the shower, in the car, on the beach! *Nobody can zoso rainbow ralph like you once you master the technique!
Just send elebenty-zillion dollars to:
Zoso Rainbow Ralph
123 Innuendo Lane
Creeperville, WY 99889
*results not typical, your mileage may vary, objects in mirror may be smaller than they appear, don’t eat spinach with a stranger, may cause blindness, deafness, and other words that end in ‘ness’, take at your own risk, do not mix with water after sunset, keep away from dogs, cats and other living creatures, not safe for children under 3, call you mother and go to confession
*hey, look…there’s some bananananana coffee slices left in the corner!*
Kibble and Amps! Kibble and Amps!
My dog’s hungry for Kibble and Amps!
and for YOUR SOUL!
Or someone’s, anyway!
And YOUR BACON!
BACON ROLL ATTACK!
*rushes into the room*
Somebody call for de Bacontini?
Oh, de Bacon Roll. Bacontini apologize, he not realize you wanting to talk to his cousin.
But, should you not end up wanting de Bacon Roll, de Bacontini be more den satisfied to step in and be dere for you. Especially if you are de lady.
Yes, Bacontini is always here for you. And ladies, Bacontini is here for you an extra two times each. Dere is always plenty of Bacontini to go around.
[Lunch OT]
My sandwich today featured lettuce harvested from our garden yesterday evening. What a joyous sandwich to eat! I can’t wait until my sweet peppers are growing and I can extend the yumnitude of my lunch sandwiches.
Provided you keep the rabbits away, lettuce turned out to be stupid easy to grow. Sprinkle seeds, thin out the herd, weed around them from time to time. I’m kinda sad I didn’t grow it last year.
Our peas are doing quite well too. Yesterday we ended up with about 3 dozen thin pods for cooking… or snacking *Crunch Crunch*. For peas that are supposedly not of the edible pod variety*, the pods of these peas are very edible. I need to bag some of the blossoms so that we have peas for next year.**
[/OT]
*Apparently non-edible pods are still edible, but tend to be very fiberous and stringy. Our pea pods are neither of these.
**Yay heritage plants
This is our first year growing lettuce, too. We have squash and okra that will be ready to eat any minute now. Hubby Monkey does the canning at our house, he makes the best pickles and tomato sauce EVER out of our garden veggies. He’s cute and sexy AND handy.
You married a Monkey MacGyver?
MonkGyver? Or is that RDA’s religious half-brother/the Vatican spinoff?
Sauce made from garden tomatoes is AWESOME stuff… too bad it doesn’t last very long. About 2 days I think.
I’m looking forward to growing garlic and cilantro next year. Full on garden salsa… IN THE FACE!
You learn something every day:
A study by Sherry Rindels in 1996 showed that peas have a high degree of self pollination BEFORE the flowers even open (As many as 90% of flowers are pollinated before they even open). So “sacking” flowers as they form is highly successful in producing isolated seeds. COOL!
I don’t imagine you need much of an army to sack peas.
I’m not so sure that’s a dog. Reminds me more of this without the wings. It’s something about the ears, I think.
AR, your guess is as good as any of ours, considering that none of us want to get close enough to find out.
[matt]
honestly!
Can’t you see this a cry for help?
Sparky had a band, they were pretty good they guessed,
Then the dog ate the band like a hound possessed.
Lead guitar gone, the bass, too;
So what’s a drummer to do?
Sell the amps fast, gotta get some gas,
The celica’s junk, a real crate,
The pizza shop dude is on Spark’s ass,
Can’t be late!
I HAVE AN IDEA!!! *crickets* *CJ reaches for the I Love Me jacket* So a bunch of us are on Facebook and have a group called YSaC Friends. It would be so awesome if all of you could be there. But I understand some want to keep their secret identities. Well, guess what? You can be who you are here ON FACEBOOK! You can have a second account, use a free Yahoo or Gmail email address, and be incognito. Or Rorschach or The Blue Tic. It’s so much fun. Please come join us.
HHNF does that, unless by some odd coincidence her name really is HellHath NoFury.
Excuse me.
:pounces on cricket:
As does the LlamaNun, BBUH.
Windrose — thank you so much for starting the facebook friends group! You are definitely earning your kibble!
By the way, Dan and I read through yesterday’s posts and picked two that, in our opinion, were worthy of being put in the box. Guess what — it’s the two you picked! You’re awesome, and we can’t thank you enough for all that you do around here (and now on Facebook!) every day.
*blushing* Well, now, here’s the thing. It was all kelli’s idea. I just sort of stole it and ran with it. But thank you, I am honored to be a part of this community and will do all that I can at any time.
And so glad you and Dan think like I do. GMTA, after all.
Indeed! And thanks to kelli, then, too!
Getting My Two Aardvarks?
Going Mostly Towards Alvin?
Get Mama’s Thrasher, Alma?
Gurning: Makes Toothlessness Attractive?
Granny Minces Tasty Applesauce?
Gitmo’s Main Transport? Aliens.
Gin + Marmalade + Tonic = Awesome (this is gospel truth btw. Try it)
Gangs Might Take Acting (classes)?
Great Minds Think Alike. 8)
That makes so much more sense than my suggestions. Except the ones about Aardvarks and marmalade.
Jen, Funky, Mindee, Innana! Everyone! We are taking over Facebook!
Naww, and I always promised myself I’d be in at the start of the next revolution!! But, sadly, I am at work and have no Faceyfacey. I shall post typically-belated comments tonight! Huzzah!
Smedley and Camille, here are your well-deserved, approved by Llama-nun and Ostrimu (MBBUT) Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Raccoon City!
Holy hell… a Resident Evil reference from Windy!
*Swoon*
Are you sure that isn’t Basement Cat? There is something very Basement Cat-tish about that creature. I hear Basement Cat likes to air himself out from time to time and loves to hide behind speakers blaring Black Sabbath’s greatest hits.
But I might be wrong.