Kjølen Posted November 23, 2005 Share Posted November 23, 2005 That cat is staring into my soul. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ray Jones Posted November 23, 2005 Share Posted November 23, 2005 I don't understand the err.. 'Why doesn't he just leaves for a less blurry world'. And why is there a pink slug coming out of his nose? °__° Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mrGoodsoup Posted November 26, 2005 Share Posted November 26, 2005 umm... I have a cat called Ginsberg. I got it from a tv show, though I cant remember what show. If anyone knows I would gladly e-mail you a free sample of a local brand of frozen pizza.. deal? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ray Jones Posted November 28, 2005 Share Posted November 28, 2005 Your cat has to be eaten by Fwerwuqauzzal first. What does that mean anyway? And who's that girl you were talking about? No, I wasn't talking to you, but to you. Mostly. *points at the guy with the blurry cat* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zoom Rabbit Posted November 30, 2005 Author Share Posted November 30, 2005 Ray, that isn't a pink slug coming out of his nose. It's Tony Blair's brain! *(Fweazle jumps off of the sofa, eats Ginsberg and a free frozen pizza. He looks disappointed, MEOWs loudly...then hunkers down and eyes Ray.)* Uh-oh. I think I forgot to feed him this morning, and he's gotten huge... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ray Jones Posted December 2, 2005 Share Posted December 2, 2005 At times this..err.. happens to me too. Nonetheless and maybe against all odds, even the splendour gets eaten on occasion, eventually. Oh boay. =] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RicardoLuigi... Posted December 2, 2005 Share Posted December 2, 2005 My dog is hilarious. He's never supposed to get on the furniture, but he always tries...and he's so overly casual about it that it's obvious what he's trying to do. Like, he'll put one paw up on the couch and wait for a little bit...then two. Then wait. Then he'll slowly pick his back paws up off the floor and get on there, then stand around for a bit. Then slowly lay down. He's so predictable, as a matter of fact, that I "voice-overed" the whole thing one time, like I was saying exactly what he was thinking...my timing was perfect. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ray Jones Posted December 2, 2005 Share Posted December 2, 2005 So what's gonna happen this time? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RicardoLuigi... Posted December 2, 2005 Share Posted December 2, 2005 The same as always. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ray Jones Posted December 2, 2005 Share Posted December 2, 2005 Ooooh, now I'm curious! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RicardoLuigi... Posted December 2, 2005 Share Posted December 2, 2005 As you should be. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ray Jones Posted December 2, 2005 Share Posted December 2, 2005 Oh boy, Oh boy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zoom Rabbit Posted December 3, 2005 Author Share Posted December 3, 2005 *(Fweazle eats Das Mole's dog, couch, an ice cream truck, Ray and a pack of antelope. Now the size of Passaic, NJ, Fweazle advances on the eastern seaboard.)* We have no chance. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
edlib Posted December 3, 2005 Share Posted December 3, 2005 Only Wally can save us now! Hmmm... But then again, it's very possible that the cure could be worse than the disease... I think I'll take my chances... I do buy my cat food in bulk at the wholesale club, so I always have plenty on hand... Should buy me some time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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