Urkel, Lettucehead, and Other Cats Up For Adoption
Aug 9, 2010 4:36:24 GMT -6
Post by spies7hank on Aug 9, 2010 4:36:24 GMT -6
Since Anton decided to update you all on his and Vlad's fascinating relationship, I figure you are all chomping at the bit to hear how Kathie and I are doing.
WE AREN'T
Ever since my spy of a wife Kathie decided to stab me in the back and exile me in the dark of the night, I decided it was the last straw. I managed to get past her plans to turn me gay, her badmouthing of me to her spy buddies, and her secret hatred for me. Even her sacrificing of cats plus the dead one, Princess Pussy or whatever, she uses to wipe off the bottom of her shoes when she comes through the door.
Dammit, the house husband thing is for me. I should be out leaping from tree to tree, wiping out entire forests and indigoneous animal populations while all the while doing my civil duty as a loyal lumberjack to thrawt the tree huggers at every turn.
Anyway, that's all besides the point. After the divorce I ended up with Kathie's cats. I don't want them, but revenge is a dish best served cold, so dishes they'll become. At least I hope. I gave a few away to the nice Chinese couple who own the restaurant down the road. I figured they are some classy people who would just love to give these little furballs a home. So holler at me all. Yuri, I hear cats make for a good Motherlanding if you know what I mean.
Cassidy, need any for your wacky witchery? Vlad needs to be put in his place again. Anton, Kieno, and Kleyton, I know from experience that cat jerky will get you higher than a skunk. Help yourselves fellas. Just don't tell the ex...
WE AREN'T
Ever since my spy of a wife Kathie decided to stab me in the back and exile me in the dark of the night, I decided it was the last straw. I managed to get past her plans to turn me gay, her badmouthing of me to her spy buddies, and her secret hatred for me. Even her sacrificing of cats plus the dead one, Princess Pussy or whatever, she uses to wipe off the bottom of her shoes when she comes through the door.
Dammit, the house husband thing is for me. I should be out leaping from tree to tree, wiping out entire forests and indigoneous animal populations while all the while doing my civil duty as a loyal lumberjack to thrawt the tree huggers at every turn.
Anyway, that's all besides the point. After the divorce I ended up with Kathie's cats. I don't want them, but revenge is a dish best served cold, so dishes they'll become. At least I hope. I gave a few away to the nice Chinese couple who own the restaurant down the road. I figured they are some classy people who would just love to give these little furballs a home. So holler at me all. Yuri, I hear cats make for a good Motherlanding if you know what I mean.
Cassidy, need any for your wacky witchery? Vlad needs to be put in his place again. Anton, Kieno, and Kleyton, I know from experience that cat jerky will get you higher than a skunk. Help yourselves fellas. Just don't tell the ex...
they don't think it be like it is, but it do.