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[aceofkittens]

Well, the new anus hasn't started off with a bang. Ha, ha, I just had to say that.

I'm bleh. The mean girl cat peed all over my room again today (my mom tries to defend her, but I just can't see any of the other cats doing it), and I can still smell it. Of course, earlier this anus, my mom's ill-fated experiment in home brewing exploded violently in our so-called "wine cellar" in the garage. And I can still smell that too! Yeast and pee -- two great olfactory sensations that go great together.

The good news is, I finally brushed my hair for the first time this anus, so it's no longer turning into one giant dreadlock/nest for small woodland creatures.

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No woman no cry

[ronyona.livejournal.com]

Why do new anuses, so full of .. promise .. turn out to be just as shitty as old ones?

That's not entirely true, I guess; but almost!

Maybe mean girl cat is trying to show you who rules the roost. Have you tried controlling her food? Not starving her, but making it clear that the food she eats comes from you? It works with dogs...

and men... ;0

Re: No woman no cry

[aceofkittens.livejournal.com]

I keep hoping for a full, rich anus... Yet all of these hopes vanish in a puff of smoke! :)

The cat knows where the food comes from; she just hates me for bringing the younger, fluffier cat into the equation. :)

Re: No woman no cry

[ronyona.livejournal.com]

oooooooooooh....

On a different note, why is your mother brewing hooch in the basement?

Speakeasy...

[aceofkittens.livejournal.com]

My mom tried to make kvas. (http://www.russianfoods.com/recipes/item00099/default.asp) Unfortunately, it's well known to have considerable explosive force if made incorrectly & she made it incorrectly! :) She didn't do part of the recipe (you're supposed to strain it several times, and she didn't)... and not only did some of it blow up, but the rest of it tasted awful. :) She put the ASS into Kvas...

Belly up to the bar, boyz...

[ronyona.livejournal.com]

We had some self-brewed beer explode on us some years back -- we made it at a brewery. It was actually pretty tasty, but it got really hot during a power outage and 'sploded all over our kitchen floor. Ah well.

Ah kvas. Haven't had that since 1989. Had some pretty good home-brewed slivo in Bosnia in '97. Don't have any friends here who home brew though (except the friends we made beer with). Sad, really...

[secretagentmoof]

Aw. I was hoping to build a treehouse in your hair.

There's still time to change the root you're on!

[aceofkittens.livejournal.com]

A treehouse in my hair?! Earlier today I found some twigs in there, so perhaps it's already begun...

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A treehouse in my hair?! Earlier today I found some twigs in there, so perhaps it's already begun... <now imagine I was awake enough to make another awful pun, something about leaves, crowns, and dry rot>.

Oh and...

[aceofkittens.livejournal.com]

I wish I was awake enough to be funnier, so just imagine I also included some kind of awful pun -- something about leaves, crowns, and dry rot. :)

i too

[rozezz.livejournal.com]

was hoping for trees
but i sure like what i got
(just her cybervoice)

i think it was a song i once heard that did it for me first
something about
how the trick isn't having what you want, but wanting what you've got

so in the absence of small woodland creatures
um
rock

"You can't always get what you want...

[aceofkittens.livejournal.com]

... but I can." :)

(That's a sticker which I love!)

Just the other day, I had the embarassing experience of having lunch with a friend and looking down and seeing the bits of food nestling into my hair. "Hey, hair gets hungry too! This is for later!" I quickly covered up.

So, a rock in my hair would be ok... or several rocks on top of my head. "When do I get my rocks off?" I'd ask in the latter case! :)

Pictures of YOU, baby!

[jarnauga.livejournal.com]

Hahaha! There's nothing like having your wiz run a scene for you, and right when things grow exciting, she's forced to go deal with yet /another/ pee puddle. Nasty! Good thing for my wolf that you took things in stride, or I'd be in big trouble now. ;)

Of course, now the mental picture I have of you racing off to deal with this unholy mess is made even worse by the addition of small furry creaures nesting in your tangled tresses. Mmmm, dreadlocky goodness!