So are the hamsters. Leave 'em alone!
I'm at work too, been doing 14 hour workdays all week. If ya free the hamsters I'll have to pedal myself. I say leave 'em be!
Perhaps we can harness some of the exercise intent, discussed by Gautam and others, on the Ask Auntie Dlowan thread, and put it so some respectable use, replacing those poor hamsters as peddlers.
Or was that only hot air???
Hmmmmmm - free the oppressed hamsters and Cravens!
Bifurcate the hordes of hedgehogs and bitching frises - one lot to the A2k cellars - the other to where poor Craven sits - working his brain to the bone!
I'm ok, I have tomorrow and maybe Monday off. But only because I have to work all weekend. At least it will be fun stuff.
as terrydo runs out the door looking for banjo's. the team of chihuahua's circle left back to the dining table to return one food item. it seems that the chihuahua's no quiero sauce bearnaise. adios!
Oh my, I went off to accomplish things all day and missed hedgehogs, bichons, and stoats! Oh, how sad to miss some of my favorite critters. I'm sure at least the furry stoat will come back, though.
Whew, accomplishing is tiring.
What's wrong with the bearnaise? I thought it was dee-lish! Those chihuahuas ne tienen good taste.
mcat--What do you expect when the most recent generation of chihuahuas has been raised on the likes of Taco Hell. "Yo quiero Tums" is more like it.
I am totally confused. Is Craven happy or not happy? Are the hamsters dead or quick? Are the steeds bitching frises or deerhuahuas? Are we rescuing Craven from the oppressive hamsters, or the hamsters from the oppressive Craven? Or are we all being oppressed by the ubiquitous "they"?
Where in all smeg is the hamsters' drugs and alchohol? I need a drink!
Heehee - got one now! scotch...
scotch is good, but the chihuahua's want tequila, but have settled for the bushmills liberated from terrydo's imperialistic dining table.
viva la revolution!
hic, chihuahuas burst into song -- Muéstreme la manera de ir a casa, yo me soy cansado y quiero acostarse, hic, yo tuve una bebida pequeña acerca de una hora hace, hic, y se va por todas partes, hic -----.
"
hic, chihuahuas burst into song -- Muéstreme the way to go to house,
I have gotten tired and want to lie down, hic, I I had a small drink
about one hour does, hic, and she goes away throughout, hic
Gotta love the translation program!
Hmmmmm - "the hamsters wish for freedom from the foetid confines of their Craven-induced captivity"
Hmmmmm - "el deseo de los hámsteres para la libertad de los límites
del foetid de su cautiverio Craven-inducido
Hmmmmm - "the desire of hámsteres for the freedom of the limits of
foetid of its Craven-induced captivity
Shoulda' known better than to take a smoking bunny on a reconaissance mission.....YEESH!
.....only takes a simple thing to keep me amused for hours.......WHAT?!
waddaya mean TerryDoo?!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I have a complaint upon which to digress.
I was trying to take the tea bell out of the pot and then pour myself a nice cup of tea without too many leaves in it. Then the smegging tea bell opened and the leaves all jumped out into the tea and now I have leafy tea. And it's oolong, which gets really off if you leave the leaves in for too long.
I will not have one of those days. I refuse to have one of those days. This is not one of those days...
I bet it was the chihuahuas. Sabotaging my tea.
Thought about a strainer, old bean? You know - pre-post-industrial technology? heehee
Ampère-hora, craven, é duro balançar o desejo para a liberdade de
mamíferos rodential pequenos, e, certamente, de seres humanos, com as
realidades ásperas da vida no borne-capitalista, borne-modernas,
borne-tudo, hypereconomy supra-national.
Nós esforçamo-nos para fazer melhor nossos pobres com o dae
(dispositivo automático de entrada) somente de se e assorted
mente-alterando substâncias.
Stroof Deb, all this moody bunny that's tumblin' out your loaf is gonna befuddle our trans am cousins.They'll never adam & eve it.
They'll be 'avin' it on their toes, leggin' it down the frog, into the old rub-a-dub for a few pints of pigs and wonderin' where their sanity 'as gorn.
