Sunday, January 14, 2007

underground like a wild potato.

3 Comments:

Blogger Lynda said...

Cat apples? I think the vet removed those when we got them neutered.

12:07 PM  
Blogger La Catcuracha said...

Sans! You are the computer masta! How the *)^^)( do you do that??? I am amazed. You have magic powers!

I have decided to rig up a snorkel on my bus and drive to England where I shall whisk you away!

3:35 PM  
Blogger Sans Pantaloons said...

Lynda, Poor Brutus, Poor Julius.
Eight legs, two tails and not a pair of apples between them.
I have reconsidered my life as a cat.

Cat, You have apples, don't you? Crates of them? All my magic powers lie in my grass skirt.
Next to my apples. (The snorkel should be just between us, no need to tell everyone)..oh, er, right, I see. Fine. Ahem, I await your whisk. Be gentle with me.

3:53 PM  

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