Do They Serve Beer with that?
I emailed the following story to Mrs. Commissioner this a.m: www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article1782932.ece
Mrs. Commissioner has a feral beast. She actually had three feral beasts when we first met, but I have successfully talked two of them on taking their eternal reward to the big litter box in the sky. Now, I have just one left to get rid of. The note I put on the email including the above link, suggested I have found a job for her cat. She has not replied yet. Maybe, I can get 42000 angry PETA (People Eating Tasty Animals) to flood my website with complaints, and organize a boycott. That is really the goal. I really need to be boycotted by someone, hopefully PETA can help.
I do not like cats. The only thing I hate worse than cats, are cats living in my house. Cats are not just like dogs. Cats are not cool. Apparently people in Peru feel like they are tasty snacks. Who knew?
I'm not sure my wife's cat would be a tasty snack. Mrs. Commissioner and I have very few disagreements, but we have lots of them over her feral beast. Her cat is about 9000 years old. She claims her cat is 14. I have built the following case against her cat being 14. See if you disagree.
I met Mrs. Commissioner about 7 years ago. When I met her, she had 3 cats, she claimed 2 of them were 14 and one was 'about' 16. Now, 7 years later, she is still claiming the cat is 14.
I was looking at pictures of Mrs. Commissioner at her mother's house. There is a picture of Mrs. Commissioner in pigtails, big missing gap-toothed smile, holding the cat. I'm not going to say how old Mrs. Commissioner is, but she wasn't sporting pig-tails and a gap-toothed smile 14 years ago.
This past March, we were in New York City at the Metropolitan Museum of art. The drawings on the pyramid walls are of her cat.
Needless to say, I have been rooting for her cat's impending doom for years. Her cat's hobbies include shedding, vomiting on the carpet, not using the litter box, and meowing all night long while you are trying to sleep.
She claims the cat will not die. I'm wondering if the cat is an immortal (only one can remain)? I'm wondering if the cat really does have 9 lives, and how many does it have left? She says the cat will die, when I decide to love and embrace it, and not until then.
As in many cases, I believe my wife is correct. From this moment on, I love and embrace my wife's cat. I hereby declare her cat is the most loveable, sweetest, non-litterbox using feral beast in the entire world. To show the cat how much I love it, and care about it, I have booked a family vacation to Peru. The cat is coming with us. I hope he appreciates all I'm doing for him.
Mrs. Commissioner has a feral beast. She actually had three feral beasts when we first met, but I have successfully talked two of them on taking their eternal reward to the big litter box in the sky. Now, I have just one left to get rid of. The note I put on the email including the above link, suggested I have found a job for her cat. She has not replied yet. Maybe, I can get 42000 angry PETA (People Eating Tasty Animals) to flood my website with complaints, and organize a boycott. That is really the goal. I really need to be boycotted by someone, hopefully PETA can help.
I do not like cats. The only thing I hate worse than cats, are cats living in my house. Cats are not just like dogs. Cats are not cool. Apparently people in Peru feel like they are tasty snacks. Who knew?
I'm not sure my wife's cat would be a tasty snack. Mrs. Commissioner and I have very few disagreements, but we have lots of them over her feral beast. Her cat is about 9000 years old. She claims her cat is 14. I have built the following case against her cat being 14. See if you disagree.
I met Mrs. Commissioner about 7 years ago. When I met her, she had 3 cats, she claimed 2 of them were 14 and one was 'about' 16. Now, 7 years later, she is still claiming the cat is 14.
I was looking at pictures of Mrs. Commissioner at her mother's house. There is a picture of Mrs. Commissioner in pigtails, big missing gap-toothed smile, holding the cat. I'm not going to say how old Mrs. Commissioner is, but she wasn't sporting pig-tails and a gap-toothed smile 14 years ago.
This past March, we were in New York City at the Metropolitan Museum of art. The drawings on the pyramid walls are of her cat.
Needless to say, I have been rooting for her cat's impending doom for years. Her cat's hobbies include shedding, vomiting on the carpet, not using the litter box, and meowing all night long while you are trying to sleep.
She claims the cat will not die. I'm wondering if the cat is an immortal (only one can remain)? I'm wondering if the cat really does have 9 lives, and how many does it have left? She says the cat will die, when I decide to love and embrace it, and not until then.
As in many cases, I believe my wife is correct. From this moment on, I love and embrace my wife's cat. I hereby declare her cat is the most loveable, sweetest, non-litterbox using feral beast in the entire world. To show the cat how much I love it, and care about it, I have booked a family vacation to Peru. The cat is coming with us. I hope he appreciates all I'm doing for him.
Good post, but have you thought about Do They Serve Beer with that before?
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That's great, I never thought about Do They Serve Beer with that like that before.
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