Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Forgoing Bratworst
The opportunity for an international jet-setter trip arose today, a flight to Germany, the home of bratworst, das Land meiner Traüme... But, today, I also heard of what happens to cats when they're left unattended for a week. They unscrew all the lightbulbs and replace them with red ones:
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They raid the catnip cupboard and get stoned:
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And and they stick out their tongues at one another when they quarrel about food.
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Have you ever seen anything so utterly, utterly barbaric?
They raid the catnip cupboard and get stoned:
And and they stick out their tongues at one another when they quarrel about food.
Have you ever seen anything so utterly, utterly barbaric?