I can't believe it's not Chai Tea

I heard about a thread like this once....

How many details would you like?

I have them all catagorized somewheres.....

You know, if I was unable to press the ring finger of my right hand on the...................'s I don't think I'd be able to communicate.

Nimh--

You're an honest-to-goodness, dyed-in-the-wool, salt-of-the-earth, old-fashioned sorta-kinda-thinkin'-'bout her swain.

Why donja think about me?

One of the cats got locked in the bedroom and pooped on the blanket. I couldn't believe it wasn't Chai Tea.

I can't believe she's not.....butter!

So, like, if Chai is an ugly whore, as she said in another thread, can we spot her mascarading whenever someone posts an ugly whore remark?

just watch out for long blue nails..

So just this weekend, I went took myself on a little outing in the woods, theres them woods up here in the hills over yonder and I went to track myself up some hike like one's does on a Sunday afternoon. So there I was, shuffling my feet and rocking my beat (so neat and petite) and taking in the newly green leaves and the absence of snow and generally having a good time. And as I was mellowing out and up above me the sky was blue, looking up as I was right then, I saw this little squirrel. Oh she was the cutest thing! Splendorous fur, an alert, slightly mocking look in her eyes, skittering along that tree branch there looking down at me looking up at her looking down at me. Her eyes raisins of wit, her two small paws hovering - sweet.

But I was rudely awakened from my concentration by a sudden growl. Startled, I started and looked: oh my God, there's a bear right there in front of me! Right there on the path! And he doesnt look too glad to see me! A huge, prowling expanse of brown testiness, taking a step, and another step, peering at me with agressive suspicion. What was I going to do? What could I possibly do? I was frozen, frozen to the spot was I, my white skin an awkward trap for light and attention.

But right as I stared into the dried prunes of the angry bear's eyes in helpless disbelief, too stunted to even panic, I heard a sudden twang and a plump thud, and something came flying across, up from the tree right into the bear's perplexed face. It straight took his left eye out, I'm tellin ya, and bears cant see without a left eye! What was it, what could it have been - it was a pinecone! Something from up there in the tree had catapulted a plain pine cone right at the huge, terrifying creature, and taken it out! He fled into the undergrowth with his tail between his legs. What or who could that possibly have been?

Right then I heard a faint rustle above me and I caught one last glimpse of a squirrel, the very same squirrel of just then, halting one short, final moment. Looking at me with something of amusement. It was the cute squirrel with the resplendent fur, but boy, could she kick ass! And right then, just before she disappeared again into a bath of leaves, I looked up in awe and puzzlement, and I thought about what had just happened and I couldnt help but thinking: I cant believe its not Chai Tea!