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apocalypsosSo I'm watching the Seconds from Disaster marathon on National Geographic right now with the cat sitting in my lap, and something occurred to me.
Otis is a fuzzy Siamese cat with sleepy eyes and only one upper fang on the right thanks to the rest of them having to be pulled.
Oh, my God ...
... I live with Bucky Katt.
Otis is a fuzzy Siamese cat with sleepy eyes and only one upper fang on the right thanks to the rest of them having to be pulled.
Oh, my God ...
... I live with Bucky Katt.
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Date: 2006-12-05 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-12-05 08:54 pm (UTC)*snort*
Hee!
Regarding Seconds From Disaster:
That show? Scares the absolute shit out of me. And yet I watch it every chance I get.
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Date: 2006-12-06 03:05 am (UTC)Greebo had spent an irritating two minutes in that box. Technically, a cat locked in a box may be alive or it may be dead. You never know until you look. In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.
Shawn dived sideways as Greebo went off like a Claymore mine.
-From Lords and Ladies
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Date: 2006-12-06 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 06:00 am (UTC)Oh, that is so priceless.
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Date: 2006-12-07 05:25 pm (UTC)Does that mean Emmett is Satchel?