Posted on 04/28/2011 11:07:30 AM PDT by WOBBLY BOB
I let Ewok have his way with Yahoo. Pray for Bubba Q.
and Ewok’s Australian... yet, no Ambrose?
Got me...
Ewok huh, we just have to see how that works out.
I don't need to prove anything.
You and your sister already confessed . . . simultaneously. Right here in this thread. There's no taking it back.
Isn't being schizo . . . fun?
R.
:-)
I agree. But bugs should go live in their own houses and get the he$$ out of mine! Since they don't speak "human" the only way to communicate with them is to kill all their buddies and hope one gets away to warn all the others to steer clear of THAT house. ;o)
Well yes, and no.
Ewok! It’s for you.
I got bit by Ewok’s sister once.
Nasti.
Must. refrain. from. replying...
Absolutely gorgeous.
I see by your screen name that you are a abuser of horses and your trying to belittle my Auntie Glock whom is borderline certifiable and whose only link to reality is Ewok the care giver???
Papers?!? Papers iz for poopies; kittehs don't needz papers!
I doubt I abuse horses. San Antonio city limits long ago replaced grazing space with strip malls. The screen name has for a very long time been nothing more than remembrance of things long past. Abuse?
No. I'm nor trying to belittle your Auntie Glock. She just moments ago posted something nice about a kitty picture.
At my age, most everybody I know is borderline certifiable, be they having tea with ewoks or dreaming about their last dance with unicorns.
R.
:-)
Papers Please... and you just forget you saw me posting on a animal abuse thread. I wouldn’t want the Garden Club to misinterpret the significance of it
You have never been to Glocks house when they are grilling "Rabbit" have you...
No.
But I would love to be invited.
One of my best of all memories is hunting with my Uncle on Virginia slopes. My Uncle's Champion Beagle ran up and down the hill rousting out the game. Best shot I ever got off was the one my Uncle could not make.
The Beagle spooked the rabbit. He took off down the hill. I turned to my Uncle.
"Can you get it? Can you get it?"
"No." he shrugged, amused I would ask.
I couldn't believe he couldn't make the shot.
I turned, pulled the twelve-guage, full choke, shotgun to my shoulder, led the racing rabbit in my sight, squeezed the round, saw him hit, tumble and fall.
Over dinner, my Uncle told the table that was the best shot he'd ever seen. The one he didn't try to make.
Thank you. We got so much more than our money’s worth with those two. We love them SO much!
my cat doesn’t seem to object to being called ‘sphincter’
I guess they never heard of heavy petting.
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