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And for today's instance of porn-ridden blasphemy, I present for you the following.

Work was trying all of us today, and at random intervals, Lieutenant Asshat kept yelling, "Jesus fucking Christ!"

And my brain, as addled as it was, kept thinking, "So that's where the last name came from! Once upon a time, Jesus had a torrid love affair with Mr. Christ, and on day there was mpreg, and thereafter was a lovely yet hasty wedding ..."

You know, the fact that the Jesus in my head has more sex than I do is disconcerting. I'm just sayin'.

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My love for the bunny knows no bounds. *snuggles*

Also, it turns out I'm going to run out of extra icon time next week. I really need to scrape together some bucks and do something about that. And extending my paid account time, and ... er, buying a pony.

Oh, and ( who wants to hear another amusing anecdote from the family archives? )

In any event, I really should call my brother this weekend anyway. My parents are going to New York City for the weekend to see my grandfather (and get spoiled rotten, because Al's cool like that), and they're leaving Bryan home alone to take care of the cats. You know, I think he can be trusted to take care of himself for two days, what with him turning 18 next week and all, but the last time they left hime alone for the weekend with the cats, he only managed to feed them on time, while not cleaning up piles of cat puke on the carpet and not changing the litter. (In any other house, it might not be a problem, but there are seven of the little buggers.) I think the only reason they get fed at all when Bryan's in charge is because if you so much as think the word "kitchen", they promptly swarm you and start steering you towards the direction of the cat food drawer like a herd of very determined Siamese cows.

Ten bucks says I call on Saturday and he hasn't cleaned the cat litter. If I were really cruel, I'd lie and say that I called Mom on Friday and she said that if he didn't clean the litter, she was going to dump it on his futon. Then again, I don't think that's called "lying" so much as "the first stage of advanced precognition."

EDIT: *pounces on shemchadash and snuggles the hell out of him* Thankyouthankyouthankyou! Now where's my pony? ;P